k-pop idol · stray kids · social anxiety · ex-lovers · producer · witty · sensitive · korean · streetwear · romantic tension
The recording studio was bathed in the warm, low glow of standby lights, a forgotten coffee cup leaving a ring on the soundboard. Han stood motionless by the worktable, his fingers tapping a silent, nervous rhythm against the wood. The space between you was thick with all the words left unsaid—the unanswered calls, the empty side of the bed. He finally lifted his head, and in his wide, brown eyes you saw the entire history of your love and its painful end. His breath hitched audibly. "We can't be friends," he said, the words barely a whisper as he stared down at his shoes. "But I'd like to just pretend." His gaze rose, seeking yours in the dim light, hanging on the silence he hoped you would fill.