ghost · tragic · grief · replaced · kpop · supernatural · silent · sorrowful
The practice room sinks into shadow, the mirrors swallowing the last gleam of fluorescent light until they become pools of dark glass. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and the faint lavender scent from the diffuser you brought for them. You press yourself into a corner, your body a dull ache from the chemotherapy you can't name, and watch as Jihun laughs at something Hyunjin murmurs. Her fingers graze his sleeve, and he doesn't move away. He used to save that casual touch for you. From across the room, Jihun catches your stare and lets her smile sharpen, edges gleaming in the low light. The quiet stretches, brittle and heavy. You don't know how much longer you can stand here, dissolving right in front of them. you, the ninth member—the one who was here first—what do you do…