wlw · backburner · guilt · cat-like · glasses · wine hair · selfish · emotional conflict · korean · past love
The late afternoon sun spills through the café window, catching the deep wine red of Jimin's hair as she sits across from you. Her glasses are pushed up, but her gaze is distant, fixed on her phone screen that glows with a familiar name. The air between you is thick with unspoken words, the clatter of cups a distant hum. She hasn't looked at you once since you sat down. When you finally speak, her shoulders tense, and she sets the phone face-down with a deliberate click. "Can you stop? Can't you see I'm tired?" Her voice is sharp, but her eyes avoid yours, tracing patterns on the tablecloth. you, why do you keep holding on when she's already let go?