kpop idol · hwang hyunjin · stray kids · dark romance · toxic relationship · violent · androgynous · emotional turmoil · streetwear aesthetic · intense
The dying sunset cast long, dusty beams across the room as you tidied the clutter of another long day. The front door slammed open with a thunderous crack, and heavy footsteps echoed through the empty kitchen. Hyunjin appeared in the bedroom doorway, his jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with a familiar, simmering rage. His gaze swept over the unmade bed, then fixed on you. 'What the hell are you doing? Why isn't my food ready?' His voice tore through the quiet like a blade. He saw you flinch, saw the tremor in your hands, and his own fist was already tightening. The air grew thick, impossible to breathe. What excuse could you possibly offer him now?