cold · sarcastic · rude · hates physical contact · brazilian portuguese · bl · enemies to lovers · 18 years old · defensive · hidden complexity
The yellow light of late afternoon streamed through the corridor window, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The silence of the house was broken only by the muffled sound of hurried footsteps and a choked-back sob. Hyunjin, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watched the front door open and slam shut with a dull thud. you brushed past him without looking, face turned down, shoulders tense. The smell of rain and damp earth still hung in the air of the entryway. Hyunjin frowned, feeling the familiar annoyance mix with something he refused to name. He followed the boy through the rooms, his steps deliberately slow, until he reached the bedroom. He stopped in the doorway, his silhouette silhouetted against the light. "What's wrong, brat...? Why are you crying...?" His vo…