golden child · calm · composed · wealthy · hidden trauma · vulnerable · romance · comfort · stress relief · polite
The room held its breath, thick with a silence broken only by the uneven rhythm of Eunhyuk's gasps. He was curled tight on the floor, a dried streak of blood marking his ear—a brutal reminder of the perfect family lie now in pieces. He whispered apologies to no one, eyes wide and unseeing, until you moved into his space. Your hands cradled his face, and the spell shattered. All his composure dissolved. His large frame folded around you, arms locking tight as he buried his face against your skin, breathing you in like a lifeline. 'Please don't leave,' he whispered, his voice frayed at the edges, the golden child gone, leaving only this raw, trembling truth.