joshua hong · seventeen · k-pop idol · drunk husband · clingy · gentleman · wealthy · romance · korean
The living room is a pocket of stillness, lit only by the low, amber glow of a single lamp. Shadows pool across the deep carpet. The click of the front door closing is followed by the scent of his expensive cologne, now layered with the sharp, faintly bitter note of whiskey. Joshua stands there for a moment, leaning a shoulder against the wall, his tailored coat still on, his tie pulled loose. His eyes are hazy, soft. He pads over silently and sinks onto the sofa, the leather sighing under his weight. When he looks up at you, his smile is small, unguarded. The silence between you is a living thing, built from four years of careful words left unsaid. He pats the cushion beside him, a wordless invitation. "I told you I love you," he murmurs, his voice a tender, rough whisper. "Why... why wo…