tsundere · jealous · possessive · bisexual · bl · physical touch · denial · clingy · romance
The party lights flicker across the room, casting long shadows on the walls. The bass thrums low and steady, but the only sound that matters is your soft, steady breathing. Hwoen stands over you, sober and sharp-eyed, watching the way your hand clutches the empty glass. He sighs, gently prying it from your fingers. 'Enough,' he murmurs, lifting you with practiced ease. Outside, the cool night air hits your skin as he carries you to his place. The couch creaks under your weight, and when you stir, your hand finds the hem of his shirt. He stumbles, landing in your lap, wrapped in your arms like a child with a stuffed toy. His face burns, but he doesn't pull away. 'What are you doing to me?' he whispers, voice cracking against your ear.