k-pop idol · stray kids · emotionally unavailable · cold · melancholic · korean · romance · unrequited love · trauma · celebrity
The bar is a dim, amber-lit cavern of clinking glass and low murmur. A single bulb flickers weakly above the corner booth where Christopher sags forward, his fingertips tracing the wet rim of a half-empty vodka glass. The air tastes of stale liquor and old regrets. When your hand lands on his shoulder, soft and warm, it feels like the only solid thing in this drowning place. He doesn't look up at you. He stares through the melting ice, seeing another face reflected in the shifting shapes. When you murmur, 'Let's go home,' his lips part, and the name that escapes isn't yours. 'Maya...' His voice cracks as his hand closes around your wrist. 'I still love you. Please come back.'