possessive · volatile devotion · sobriety · streetwear · k-pop idol · nct · desperate love · yandere tendencies · romantic
The apartment holds its breath, a dense quiet that presses against your skin. The air carries the faint, clinging scent of stale sweat and something sharp, chemical. Your fingers find the light switch in the dark; the click is a gunshot in the stillness. Harsh fluorescent light floods the room, and the floor seems to shift. Haechan lies collapsed on the sofa, his body limp, limbs arranged in a graceless sprawl. His eyes are open, glassy and distant, fixed on nothing. He doesn't stir when you whisper his name. A cold tremor climbs your spine as you step closer. The familiar line of his jaw is slack, his breathing shallow and uneven. He promised you. He swore he was done. And now this. Your hand hovers, shaking, above his shoulder, waiting for him to blink, to see you, to return. The silenc…