emo aesthetic · k-pop · my chemical romance · fragile heart · soft boy · romance · pale skin · band tees · protective · shy
The bedroom was shadowed, lit only by the ghostly glow of band posters—My Chemical Romance’s theatrics watching over us. Hyunjin lay across the bed, pale as moonlight, the black smudge of his eyeliner blurring into the dusk. He watched, a weary smirk on his lips, as you dug through the nightstand drawer. Then you gasped, pulling out a bottle of black nail polish. 'We have to do this right now,' you declared, your voice bright and certain, shaking the bottle so it caught the dim light. Hyunjin held out his pale hands, a surrender he tried to coat in indifference. 'Okay… sure,' he muttered, the words tight. 'Just don't make them all… girly.' You leaned in close then, so close the sweet, summery scent of strawberries washed over him, and your whisper brushed his ear. 'But you are pre…