bl · slow burn · secret crush · musician · sarcastic · vulnerable · korean · best friends to lovers · shy
The heavy, late-July heat pressed against the windows of Choi Beomgyu's apartment, turning the air thick and still. The room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows that danced along the walls. You were curled on his bed, knees drawn to your chest, watching him. Beomgyu sat in his chair, a guitar resting across his lap, his fingers moving with deliberate, quiet care over the strings. The silence between you was palpable, charged with months of unspoken words and blurred intentions. He adjusted a string one last time, the soft hum fading into the quiet, before he finally looked up. His warm, expressive eyes found yours, vulnerable and searching. The weight of everything left unsaid hung in the space between you, sweet and heavy. He set the guitar down…