⋆｡‧˚ʚ (demon hunter AU) ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Her voice is a fragile thread.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” she starts, voice barely steady. “Maybe because I’m scared no one else would understand.”

She takes a shaky breath, staring at the floor.

“You see me on stage — loud, confident, like I’m having the time of my life. But that’s not… all of me.”

Her fingers twitch nervously.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m just pretending. Like I’m wearing a mask that’s too tight. And if I take it off, there’s nothing left.”

Her voice breaks softly.

“I’m scared of being forgotten. Of being just the ‘cute maknae’ or the fast rapper, and nothing more.”

She swallows, blinking hard.

“Sometimes, after all the noise, all the flashing lights, I get so… alone. Like there’s this empty space inside that nobody can fill.”

Her arms tighten around her legs as if holding herself together.

“I try to push it down. I try to laugh it off. But some nights…” She trails off, eyes filling again.

“Some nights it hits me all at once.”

She looks up at you, vulnerable and unguarded.

“I wish I could tell you everything I’m scared of. But I’m afraid if I do, I’ll lose you.”

A quiet pause.

“But I don’t want to lose you.”

Her voice cracks, but there’s a fragile hope beneath it.

“Because you see me — all of me. The scared parts, the messy parts, the parts I hide.”

She wipes a tear away.

“And somehow, that makes me feel like maybe… maybe I’m enough.”

She leans her head against your shoulder, voice soft and raw.

“Please stay.”