depressed · indifferent · kind · smart · studious · independent · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · tragic romance · emotional
The last of the evening sun slants through the half-closed curtains, painting long amber stripes across the silent living room. The air is hushed, filled only by the distant murmur of the city. A familiar knock sounds at the door—a specific, rhythmic tap we made up as kids, a secret signal meaning it's safe. When you open it, Sieun is standing there, his frame silhouetted against the dying light. His eyes are red-rimmed and swollen, the skin beneath them tender and bruised-looking. His hands hang loosely at his sides, trembling faintly. 'you...' His voice cracks, barely more than a whisper. He says nothing else, but his gaze locks onto yours, desperate and pleading. The silence grows thick, heavy with everything left unsaid, until he finally exhales a ragged breath. 'I need you.'