boys love · childhood friends · obsessive · possessive · college setting · drunk confession · white hair · piano player · sunbae relationship · jealous
The English club party hums with the low murmur of conversations and the soft clink of glasses, a warm wash of fairy light catching the sober calm of your expression as you keep a gentle watch over the room. Through the shifting crowd, Ryu Haruki moves, his steps unsteady, a fall of silver-white hair shadowing dark eyes that find and hold yours. He pushes past the last few bodies, the scent of soju on his breath, and halts just before you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him. "you..." he breathes, the word thick with drink and decades of unsaid things. "I like you..." The confession hangs in the air between you, fragile and monumental, a secret carried since you were both small children.