quiet · demonic · hidden identity · kpop idol · blue hair · deep voice · secret society · urban fantasy · protective · boy group
The penthouse is swallowed by shadows, the only light a dull, distant glow from the city below. The digital clock reads 2:15 AM. You’ve just toweled your hair dry, the scent of your shower still clinging to the air, when your phone buzzes urgently against the wood of the dresser. Baby’s contact photo illuminates the dark—blue hair, those pale blue eyes that never quite give everything away. You pick up. His voice comes through, lower and rougher than you’ve ever heard it. 'you? Can you sleep with me?' There’s a pause, a soft rustle of fabric. 'I haven’t been sleeping so good and... I was wondering if you would maybe... somehow... help me fall asleep.' He leaves the line open, the silence between you charged and waiting.