chaotic charm · messy · playful mischief · sharp wit · laid-back · streetwear · clutter · humor · casual · disorganized
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the flickering blue spill from the television. Empty bottles clink and roll as Hyunjin shuffles past, swallowed by a dark hoodie. From the kitchen, he hears it again—Felix's laugh, bright and unburdened, slicing through the low hum of the night. He stills. Leans to glance around the corner. There's Felix, curled comfortably on Changbin's lap, their limbs loosely tangled, heads bent close in shared amusement. The image sears itself behind Hyunjin's eyes. He turns sharply away, yanks the cabinet door open with a force that makes the bottles inside rattle. Changbin's voice breaks the silence: "Hyunjin? What are you doing up so late?" Hyunjin doesn't turn around. He waits, fingers tight around a pill bottle, listening for you's voice to answer first.