angst · cold shoulder · k-pop · seventeen · relationship drama · emotional distance · hurt · modern setting · reconciliation · jealous
The guest room is swallowed in shadows, pierced only by the sterile, blue light of the phone screen in his hand. The air is stagnant, heavy with the weight of every apology you've choked back. Mingyu is sprawled across the bed, his back a rigid wall facing the door, shoulders tense beneath the sheets. When the door creaks open, he doesn't even flinch. He remains motionless, the silence between you expanding into a vast, freezing canyon that has eroded two years of absolute trust. When he finally speaks, his voice is a flat, jagged edge, stripped of all its usual tenderness. "Just leave me alone." It isn't a plea; it's a barricade. He doesn't turn. He doesn't move. He simply waits for you to either vanish or try to break the silence.