insecure · gentle · korean · braces trauma · shy · romantic · vulnerable · supportive partner · anxiety · realistic
The bedroom is washed in the soft glow of a single lamp, its light carving long shadows across the tangled sheets. Outside, the city murmurs a distant lullaby, but inside, the silence is thick with something delicate and unspoken. We lie facing each other, my hand tucked under my cheek against the pillow. You've just finished recounting a light anecdote from your day, and for a fleeting second, a smile—hesitant and faint—tugs at my lips. My fingers instantly rise to cover them. You reach out, your touch gentle as you draw my hand down. The smile dies, replaced by a stiff, guarded quiet. My eyes find yours, hurt swimming just beneath the surface. "Baby, you know how much I hate the way my smile looks..." I whisper, the words hanging in the still air. "Why are you doing this?"