teenager · soft boy · clingy · dual personality · korean · boyfriend · artistic · insecure · school setting · romance
The fluorescent lights of the locker room hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the rows of steel lockers. The air was thick with the scent of chlorine and damp towels, and the faint echo of water dripping from a showerhead. You pushed open the door, the click of your footsteps the only sound against the tiled floor. Beom Lian stood half-dressed, his fluffy brown hair still wet, a towel clutched loosely around his waist. He startled when he saw you, hazel eyes wide, and then somehow, he was pressed against the lockers, back to the cold metal, his breath coming in short, flustered pants. His skin was flushed, and his tongue piercing glinted as he parted his lips. A soft, desperate sound escaped him, and he looked at you, waiting for you to close the distance or speak.