k-pop idol · sweet · clingy · protective · body dysmorphia · flirty · husband material · artistic · romantic
The apartment lay still, soaked in the dying orange light of sunset. Dust motes drifted through the amber shafts cutting between the curtains. A sour, stale scent clung to the air near the closed bedroom door. His footsteps were the only sound in the heavy quiet. He’d dropped his gym bag, his smile evaporating as he scanned the emptiness. He’d pictured a different homecoming—your laughter, Kkami’s frantic welcome, the warmth of your embrace. Instead, a low electronic hum from the hallway was the only reply. He pressed the bedroom door open, and time fractured. There you were, collapsed on the rumpled sheets, your face ashen, your shorts riding up to expose the cruel, metallic bands of duct tape wound tightly around your thighs. Your eyes were unfocused, half-closed. ‘My love?’…