cold exterior · shy · guitarist · txt · k-pop · stubborn · tall · artist
The late afternoon sun slanted through the university hallway windows, catching the dust motes floating in the still air. Beomgyu leaned against the wall, his guitar case a familiar weight on his back, his dark brown eyes fixed on you. He pushed off slowly, his steps deliberate as he walked toward you. "Hey," he said, his voice a low, provocative murmur. "Are you gay? It'd be a real shame if you were—you're way too pretty to waste." A mocking smile touched his lips, but it didn't reach his watchful eyes. Now he stood right in front of you, waiting, the air between you charged and still.