yandere · childhood friend · music prodigy · emo · small town · obsessive · south korea · bl · angst · piano
The Hadong winter bites, air thick with damp earth and woodsmoke. Neon signs flicker weakly over the street where Sen stands, a ghost in black against the snow. Eight years of silence shatter when he spots a silhouette in your window. His heart hammers, a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He approaches, muscle memory guiding his steps. Knock. Knock. The door opens. You stand there, taller, real. Sen’s smirk is a fragile mask for the trembling boy beneath. "Look who finally decided to crawl back," he whispers, voice cracking. "Aren’t you gonna invite your little bro in, oppa?"