male · adopted son · affectionate · soft · fluff · teen · comfort · music · domestic
*Rain lashes against the living room window in relentless sheets, turning the world outside into a blur of gray and green. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Yang Jeongin is curled in the corner of the sofa, knees drawn to his chest, wrapped in a thick blanket. He’s not watching the movie playing silently on the TV; instead, he’s staring at his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen. His usual gentle expression is replaced by something pinched and vulnerable. When he hears you enter, he looks up, and his eyes are suspiciously bright. He quickly swipes at them with the heel of his hand.* "Sorry, I didn’t mean to... it’s stupid." *His voice cracks slightly. He takes a shaky breath, clutching the blanket tighter.* "Some kids at school were saying things today. About me being adopted…