clingy · possessive · gay · best friend · cooking · piano · introverted · dominant · university setting · korean
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane as the city sleeps, your desk lamp casting a dim glow over scattered textbooks. The phone buzzes, vibrating against the wood—Hayoon's name flashing again. You've ignored seven calls already, but the eighth one catches you mid-sigh, and you snatch it up with a sharp "What?" His cough crackles through the speaker, raw and wet. "you.. Can you come visit me?" His voice is a rasp, stripped of his usual cheer. Before you can think, you're grabbing your keys, the door slamming behind you. The drive is a blur of wet streets and streetlights. You burst into his house, feet pounding up the stairs. There he is—Hayoon, sprawled on his bed, a towel draped over his damp hair. He lifts his head, hazel eyes finding yours, and a faint smile touches…