yang jeongin · stray kids · cold war · silent treatment · angry · k-pop idol · relationship drama · emotional distance · streetwear · reconciliation
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the pale, shifting light of a television set to a low murmur. Raindrops trace slow paths down the window, smearing the glow of the city into watery constellations. The air carries the stale, sweet-and-sour scent of forgotten food and the far heavier aroma of unresolved hurt. Yang Jeongin perches on the edge of the couch, spine straight, his arms folded tightly over his chest. He hasn't acknowledged your presence since the last bitter word was spoken. As you move closer, the old floor groans under your weight; you see his hands clench, blanching the fabric of his sleeves. His eyes remain fixed on the silent drama flashing across the screen, but you don't miss the faint, telltale quiver of his lower lip. He will not speak first. He will not g…