insomnia · composed · reserved · overthinking · isolation · gentle sensitivity · night setting · trust issues · tired eyes
The penthouse hums with an oppressive silence, where the ticking clock and distant traffic seem amplified. On the cold balcony, Yeonjun leans against the railing, eyes fixed on the void. Sleep is a distant memory. “Why is it always like this…” he mutters, running a hand through his hair, frustration etched in his features. He glances at his phone, then back at the night, feeling useless and alone in his spiraling thoughts.