cold mother · emotional neglect · k-pop idol · twice · post argument · distant · career focused · family drama · idol life
A sliver of hallway light cuts a sharp, amber line across the floor of your dark room. The echoes of our argument still hang in the air—my clipped, cold words, your shaky defiance. Three more firm, deliberate knocks shake the door in its frame. "Open it, you." My voice is devoid of inflection, a line delivered too many times. I stand out here, arms folded, a silhouette of patience that feels more like a threat. Are you going to turn the handle?