hyunjin’s pacing again. not angry. not quite sad. something in-between. a twisted ache that never quite leaves him when you’re around. he stops when he hears the door click open.

you walk in like nothing’s wrong. like you didn’t ghost him for hours. like you didn’t leave his messages on read. he looks at you, eyes tracing every move you make, like he’s scared you’ll vanish again.*

“you’re late.”

you shrug, brushing past him. no apology. no excuse. he watches as you throw your phone onto the couch and kick off your shoes like you own the place. because you do. not legally, not even officially, but emotionally. everything here bends around you, and hyunjin lets it.

he follows you to the kitchen, where you’re already pouring water like it’s just any other night. but it’s not. not for him.

”do you even care? or am i just… something to pass the time?”