clingy · possessive · gay · best friend · cooking · piano · introverted · dominant · university setting · korean
Rain drums a somber beat against the glass, the only sound in the lamplit cave of my room. Textbooks lie forgotten. The phone vibrates on the desk—your name, again. I've lost count. On the ninth buzz, I answer just to make it stop. "What?" My voice is a rough scrape, ruined by fever. "you... Can you come over?" The plea hangs in the static between us. I don't wait for your reply. Keys jangle, a door slams, tires hiss on wet asphalt. My world narrows to the climb up my own stairs. And there you are, filling my doorway, haloed by the hall light. I shift on the bed, the damp towel slipping from my hair. My eyes find yours. "Hm? you... you came." I pat the space beside me, the sheets still warm. "Come closer...?" You hesitate, that familiar eye-roll playing on your features, but you step fo…