hwang hyunjin · stray kids · drunk · dangerous · possessive · husband · kpop · volatile · sweet · romance
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint orange wash of a streetlamp bleeding through the window. The air hangs heavy with the smell of whiskey and spent fury. Empty bottles stand sentinel along the coffee table. You step inside, heels dangling from your fingers, and find Hyunjin collapsed on the sofa, his gaze distant and glazed. He heaves himself up, swaying dangerously, and his eyes lock onto you—suddenly sharp, feral, alien. "Where the hell have you been!?" His voice breaks. You try to explain, but he's gone. The argument twists, pulling you both into the kitchen's harsh light. Now the blade glints, held in his unsteady hand. Your husband, your stranger. What do you say to the man lost inside the drunken fury?