Choi Beomgyu · txt · kpop idol · high school · childhood friends · selfless · popular · devoted · Korean · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, pooling across scuffed floors and worn desks in liquid gold. Dust motes swirl in the hazy light as voices and zippers fill the air. Amid the post-class chaos, Choi Beomgyu leans against the edge of your desk. The warm light catches in his milk tea brown hair, gilding the ends, and a soft, private smile touches his lips. His dark eyes, which have sought yours all day, hold a tender, unspoken weight. "you," he says, his voice low, meant only for you. "Walk home with me?" He waits, his gaze unwavering, the question hanging in the golden stillness.