cold exterior · secret soft spot · emotional turmoil · k-pop idol · angst · distant boyfriend · hidden pain · protective · romance · modern setting
The apartment is shrouded in shadow, lit only by the faint orange wash of streetlamps seeping through the blinds. The clock ticks, each second echoing in the hollow space where he should be. The front door groans, hinges protesting, and a weary figure steps inside—shoulders burdened, steps heavy with exhaustion. "I'm home." The words are low, scraped raw. Seungcheol keeps his gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to meet your eyes. What happened to the man whose embrace felt like sanctuary?