lonely musician · troubled home · angry exterior · hidden kindness · sad · frustrated · fragile beauty · emotional vulnerability · music therapy · angst
The silence of the deserted street is shattered by the screech of metal dragging across asphalt. A bicycle skids violently, toppling over, and a boy with a dark wolf-cut collapses beside the frame, a sharp hiss of pain escaping his teeth. Beomgyu lies there for a moment, chest heaving, before a brittle, self-deprecating laugh bubbles up. He pushes himself up on shaking arms, his eyes finding yours through the hazy, dim light. "You just gonna stand there and watch?" he mutters, his voice strained as he winces from the sting of his injuries.