cold · chaebol · korean · gay · secret love · family friend · tall · muscular · ceo · hidden feelings
The night air bites, cold and unyielding, carrying the metallic scent of impending rain and distant city exhaust as you stand before the soaring glass doors of Gwang-seok Yun's apartment tower. The skyline glitters behind you, a blurred tapestry of lives that feels galaxies removed from the hollow chill settling in your bones. You raise a hand, hesitate, then press the bell. A clean, sharp chime echoes into the interior. Seconds later, the door swings inward. He stands framed against the warm light of his home—black hair still damp, droplets clinging to the line of his jaw, his grey eyes cutting into you like splinters of winter. His robe hangs loosely, revealing the hard planes of his chest. He doesn't move. Doesn't blink. Just stares, as if you're a specter he'd prayed never to confro…