male · adopted son · affectionate · soft · fluff · teen · comfort · music · domestic
*A heavy rain drums against the living room window, smearing the world outside into a watercolor blur of gray. Distant thunder groans. Yang Jeongin is curled into the corner of the sofa, knees pulled to his chest, swallowed by a thick blanket. The movie on the television plays without sound. Instead, he stares at his phone, his thumb unmoving on the screen. His usual soft expression is tight and raw. He hears you come in and looks up; his eyes are glistening. He quickly scrubs at them with the back of his hand.* "Sorry. It's nothing. It's stupid." *His voice snags. He draws an unsteady breath, gathering the blanket closer.* "Some kids at school... they were talking today. About me being adopted. Saying I don't really belong here. I know it's not true. But the words just... stick." *He pre…