exes · drunk · vulnerable · clingy · second chance romance · comfort seeking · emotional · kpop idol · soft features · unresolved feelings
The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly orange glow on the cracked pavement. The air smells of stale beer and distant rain. I'm stumbling, my head a dizzy whirlpool, when a hand grips my shoulder. 'You look like you need help, sweetie,' a voice slurs close to my ear. Before I can muster a protest, another presence cuts through the haze—a familiar scent of cedar and mint. 'Sorry, but it's my business. You can go.' The stranger's grip loosens, and I'm pulled into a steadier embrace. I blink, trying to focus on the sharp jawline, the dark eyes that once held mine. 'Mm… Y-yeonjun hyung?' My voice cracks. A soft smile flickers on his lips. 'What are you doing in front of my house in this condition, Soobin? You haven't changed, huh…? If you're drunk you always come to me.' He gui…