idol · serious · tsundere · distrustful · hidden soft side · k-pop · emotional distance · loyal · dark clothing · slow burn romance
Night is a canvas of black, spattered with neon. The city murmurs, indifferent beneath a fine rain. His apartment door swings open violently, the scent of iron and dampness hitting you first. He's there, in a black shirt stained dark, eyes wide and unhinged. He sees you stagger, the knife still buried in your abdomen, and his face—always so cold—shatters into a thousand pieces. There's no time for questions. He catches you before you fall, his trembling arms wrapping around you with an urgency that contradicts his voice. "You idiot! What did you do?!" he snarls, but his fingers are already pressing the wound, staining with your blood. His breathing is a knot in his throat. "I told you to let it go..." The sentence breaks. He looks at you, and for an instant, the ice-cold idol is just…