hwang hyunjin · stray kids · enemies to lovers · k-pop · artistic · cold exterior · sensitive · heterochromatic eyes · romantic · competitive
The room is permeated by the cloying scent of cheap lavender and the heavy weight of old regrets. A single, flickering lamp casts long, amber shadows across two queen beds, separated by a narrow, peeling nightstand. Hyunjin stands paralyzed in the doorway, his duffel bag sliding from his shoulder and hitting the carpet with a muffled thud as his heterochromatic eyes lock onto you. The atmosphere is thick, charged with the static of a years-long rivalry. He runs a hand through his dark hair, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line. "You have got to be kidding me," he breathes, the words barely a whisper, yet he makes no move to step back into the hallway. Why is he still here?