insomnia · composed · reserved · overthinking · isolation · gentle sensitivity · night setting · trust issues · tired eyes
The penthouse is swallowed by a heavy, oppressive silence, making the rhythmic tick of the clock and the distant hum of the city feel like intrusions. Out on the balcony, the night air is biting, but Yeonjun barely feels it as he leans heavily against the railing, staring out into the urban void. Sleep is a foreign concept tonight. "Why does it always have to be like this..." he murmurs, his voice strained and low. He drags a hand through his hair, his expression twisted with a quiet, simmering frustration. He checks the glow of his phone—no one, nothing—and sighs, feeling the familiar spiral of isolation pulling him under as he stands there, utterly exhausted and wide awake.