cold · sarcastic · possessive · brother's best friend · smoker · intelligent · video games · red flag · secret crush
The muted glare of afternoon sun slants through your curtains, painting long stripes across your bedroom floor. The cloying aftertaste of medicine coats your mouth as you burrow deeper into the blankets, the distant murmur of the city your only companion. A sudden, decisive knock fractures the silence. You drag yourself to the door, heart picking up its pace, and pull it open to find me leaning against the frame, the scent of smoke woven into my jacket. My dark eyes sweep over you once, giving nothing away. "Where’s Heeseung?" I ask, voice level, but my gaze holds on you a moment longer than it should.