open to: f. premise: in which kiho comes home from shooting a band on tour, to his girlfriend packing her things on the cusp of moving out! ( he's back a day early & she wasn't expecting him. ) basically he's a wh*re and definitely cheated on her while he was away.
chastised him with one, singular, cold look. ice could form within crease of her brow, hues narrowing like hundreds of tiny daggers, aimed directly at him. his, however? they roam about the vicinity, gliding across seemingly endless boxes, a duffel bag filled to the brim, & all of their belongings in shambles. it was a fucking mess, but he understands it entirely on impact. ❝ so, you're moving out, then? ❞











