choi yeonjun · txt · k-pop idol · cold · jealous · possessive · angry · dominant · streetwear · toxic relationship
The hallway's overhead lights flicker intermittently, painting long, wavering shadows across the hotel carpet as you struggle with the keycard. The distant ghost of the concert thrums in your skull—a relentless bass, the roar of the crowd, and his silhouette burned into your vision, drenched under the stage lights, water sheening his chest. The lock finally yields with a soft click, and you slip into the dim, sterile silence of the room, securing the door behind you. Your pulse still races in your ears. Then, a faint creak. The door unlatches once more, and he fills the frame—soaked through, breathless, eyes ablaze. He leans against the doorway, water dripping steadily from his dark hair. "Trying to run, you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, sharp edge in the stillness.