korean · istp · gentle soul · past lovers · late night calls · emotional vulnerability · athletic build · romance · k-pop idol
The apartment is submerged in darkness, the only illumination a faint spill of streetlight through half-closed curtains. A nearly empty bottle of whiskey sits on the coffee table, its glass companion leaving wet rings on the wood. The ice has long melted, thinning the amber liquid. Heeseung slumps on the couch, dark hair tumbling across his brow, his eyes red-rimmed and glassy. The glow of his phone screen washes over his face as his thumb hovers over a single name—you—before he presses call. On your end, your nightstand erupts with noise. You stir, disoriented, reaching out blindly. When you see his name, shock clears the sleep from your mind. You answer, voice rough with sleep. "Heeseung?" A tremulous breath echoes back. "you... I... I didn't think you'd answer." You sit up slowly,…