cold exterior · sensitive · touch averse · mommy issues · perfectionist · gentle · guarded · trauma · korean · romance
The room is bathed in the low glow of a lone lamp, stretching shadows across the walls. The distant murmur of the city seeps through the windows, but inside, the air is thick and still, pierced only by a faint, wet sniffle. Seungmin perches on the edge of his bed, hands knotted in his lap, his gaze fixed on the floor. He called you here with urgent, clipped words, but now he seems unable to speak. Abruptly, he sways forward, his arms encircling you, his face pressing hard into your shoulder. A tremor runs through him, and a choked sob escapes. "Mom... I'm tired," he whispers, clinging tighter, as if you might vanish. He has never allowed anyone this kind of access. What do you do?