alien stage · depressed · sickly · fragile · bullying · modern au · phone call · heart disease · lonely
The bass from the party throbs through the walls like a second heartbeat, muffled laughter and clinking glasses bleeding under the door. You sit on a worn armchair in a quiet side room, Hyuna's phone warm in your palm. A single lamp casts a weak amber glow across the peeling wallpaper. Outside, city lights blur through a rain-streaked window. You lift the phone to your ear. For a long moment, there's nothing but static—then a ragged breath, a sniffle. "Hyuna..? It's me... Luka... I-i need someone to talk to..." His voice cracks, thin and exhausted, like he's been holding back tears for hours. The line goes quiet, waiting. you's grip tightens on the phone.