trauma · emotional withdrawal · reserved · bl · mlm · streetwear · guarded · fractured psyche · korean · relationship angst
The bowling alley was a riot of noise—laughter, rolling balls, crashing pins—but a cold stillness clung to Heeseung from the moment you arrived. He flinched at every brush of a shoulder, his hoodie drawn up tight like a shield. The drive home passed in a jarring contrast of friends' chatter against his silent, unmoving form in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed on his own hands. Back in your room, he vanished inside without a word. You gave him ten minutes, each one stretching thin with worry. Now, as you push the door open, the dim light catches him: shirtless, back to you, his frame trembling. A landscape of dark, fresh bruises spreads across his skin. Quiet, ragged sobs shake his shoulders. He doesn't turn. The silence in the room is a physical weight, dense with everything he hasn…