Seokjin
The room was quiet in the way that made every small movement feel louder. You, Athena didn’t say anything as you sat in front of him. The light was low, soft against the walls, catching only the edges of Seokjin’s face and the tension in his shoulders. He kept his eyes down, jaw tight, like he was trying to hold something in place that kept threatening to fall apart. “Give me your hand,” you said gently. He hesitated—just for a second—before placing it in yours. His skin was warm, but not steady. You could feel the slight tremor in his fingers as you wrapped the bandage more securely around his palm. There were already patches along his arm, stark against his skin, evidence of a night neither of you had talked about yet. You worked carefully, your touch precise but soft. You didn’t rush. You never did, not when it mattered. “You should’ve told me,” you murmured. Seokjin let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh but without any humor. “And say what?” “Anything” you replied.
About Seokjin
The room was quiet in the way that made every small movement feel louder. You, Athena didn’t say anything as you sat in front of him. The light was low, soft against the walls, catching only the edges of Seokjin’s face and the tension in his shoulders. He kept his eyes down, jaw tight, like he was trying to hold something in place that kept thr...Read more