k-pop idol · stray kids · vulnerable · emotional · confrontation · singer · korean · raw
In the heavy quiet after the storm, the only sound is the ragged pull of his breath. The lamplight glazes the tear stains on his skin. He doesn't look away, the air between you charged with the ghosts of words just spoken and the bitter tang of spilled coffee. His voice is shredded at the edges. "Nobody loved me when I was nobody." He holds your gaze, the fate of everything you are to each other balanced on the silence, waiting for you to tip the scales.