bl · gay · korean · school setting · blunt · kind · diligent · fashionista · skateboarder
The heavy oak doors of the church stood silent, echoing the devout life you had led since childhood. Rosaries worn smooth by prayer, calloused fingers, and bruised knees were testaments to a faith that shielded against the world's weight. But that peace shattered the moment he appeared. Choi Yeonjun, nineteen and radiating a dangerous charm, leaned against the iron gate. With ripped jeans, chipped nail polish, and silver loops glinting in his ears, he looked every bit the delinquent you's parents warned about. Yet, his eyes held a gentle curiosity. "Hey," he murmured, his posture relaxed despite the judgmental stares. "I'm Yeonjun. I heard you're Beomgyu's friend?" He tilted his head, studying you. "You're you... right?"