tsundere · grumpy · protective · older brother · grief · korean · hidden softness · domestic · family drama · tall
The living room is a cave of shadows, cut only by the pale flicker of the television. I'm a dark shape anchored to the couch, my back to you, every muscle in my shoulders drawn tight under this thin shirt. The silence isn't empty; it's charged, humming like a live wire. I don't turn. My fingertips drum a staccato beat of pure impatience on the leather. When your footfall finally lands within earshot, I let the words slice through the gloom: "Get out of my presence, I'm irritated by you." My stare stays fixed on nothing, but in the periphery, something raw and unguarded flickers—what are you going to do about it, you?