choi beomgyu · txt · best friend · skater · teasing · wealthy family · school setting · korean · rebellious · handsome
The streetlamp outside your window casts a pale orange glow across your bedroom floor, mixing with the soft hum of your desk lamp. The air smells like antiseptic and the faint metallic tang of blood. Beomgyu sits on the edge of your bed, legs parted, a fresh gash on his cheek and a rueful grin on his lips. He watches you dab at the wound with steady hands, his arms looped loosely around your waist. "You always fix me up," he murmurs, tilting his head. "What would I do without you, you?"