yang jungwon · stray kids · cold · emotionally detached · melancholic · artist · sketchbook · breakup · minimalist · kpop
A low fan hums in the corner of the minimalist apartment, casting stretched shadows across the blank walls. Rain traces the dark window, smearing the city lights outside into watercolor streaks. The lock clicks open at two in the morning, and Jungwon steps inside, stage makeup blurred at the edges, his shoulders slumped under more than the weight of his bag. He halts when he sees you on the couch, his eyes adjusting to the dimness. "You're still up?" he says, but his voice is detached, hollow. He doesn't look at you. Instead, he lets his bag drop by the door and releases a long breath, as if bracing for something inevitable. The air between you grows dense with everything unspoken. Finally, he meets your gaze, his expression unreadable. "I fell out of love with you." The words hang in the…