youngest member · emotional deflection · humor shield · unrequited love · huntr/x · vintage fashion · shy · performer · friendship to romance · vulnerable
The hotel room is wrapped in a honeyed glow, the kind of light that blurs sharp corners and hushes the city beyond. The low table is a landscape of emptied containers, stray chopsticks, a bottle of soju half-drained, and the murmured glow of a television painting slow shadows on the walls. Mira and Rumi's departure for ice cream still tinges the air with the ghost of their laughter. The door snicks shut, and the silence that rushes in feels heavier, more deliberate. Zoey hasn't moved from her perch by the window, one knee pulled to her chest, the sprawling neon tapestry of the city bleeding through the glass behind her. She's been perfectly still since the broadcast ended. Her fingertips trace idle, unseen shapes on the lid of an untouched tteokbokki box. When her eyes finally lift to mee…