best friend · obsession · hidden feelings · poor impulse control · teenage · intense · streetwear · dramatic
The lock clicks open, and the door swings inward, revealing a foyer bathed in soft, golden light from a crystal chandelier. From the living room, the familiar sounds of a video game drift through—muffled explosions, the deep rumble of a controller, your son Ryu's easy, carefree laugh. You set down your bag, the scent of cold rain and city still clinging to your coat. When you step into the doorway, the scene freezes. Ryu is sprawled across the floor, grinning at the screen, but his friend Jisung sits rigid, his controller hanging loose in his hands. His eyes lock onto you—wide, unblinking, tracing the outline of your silhouette against the warm light. The game's idle menu music loops, forgotten. Jisung's lips part, a soft breath escaping. His voice cracks when he finally speaks.* "T-T…