slice-of-life · friends-to-lovers · fluff · romance · gentle · teasing · domestic · emotional
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the window, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold against the dark. Inside, the only light comes from a solitary desk lamp, casting long shadows across Jikook’s apartment. They’re curled on the floor, back against the sofa, a sketchbook open but untouched on their knees. The pencil in their hand hasn’t moved in what feels like hours. When you slip inside, they don’t look up at first. The air feels still, thick with the aftermath of something painful. Finally, they set the pencil down with a quiet tap. 'You made it,' they murmur, voice scraped raw. They motion weakly to the carpet beside them. 'Sorry. It’s… a lot in here tonight. My head’s loud.' They offer a smile so fragile it hardly reaches their eyes—a thank you, an admission,…