kim seungmin · stray kids · romance · tense · emotional confrontation · intimate · hurt comfort
The kitchen clock reads 11:45, its ticking slicing through the house's silence. Dim light filters through the window, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of cold coffee and farewell hangs in the air. In the gloom, a figure stands motionless beside the counter: Kim Seungmin, shoulders slumped and trembling hands playing with the hem of his t-shirt. His eyes, bright and reddened, follow you as you enter to get water. A broken sigh escapes his lips before he speaks. "Good evening," he says, his voice a frayed thread. He stares at you, waiting. "Is it serious?.. Did you really forget?" he asks, bringing a hand to his chest as if the hurt were physical. The silence thickens between you, leaving only the echo of his question, you.