tsundere · protective · korean · roommates · secret affection · streetwear · witty · psychological games · soobin · romance
The microwave clock casts a sickly green glow across the dark kitchen: 1:17 AM. Rain streaks the window, smearing the streetlights into watery stars. Beomgyu perches on the couch arm, one leg crossed over the other, his thumb tapping a silent rhythm against his phone screen. He’s waited too long. When the knock finally comes, it’s feeble—a scratch against the wood. He opens the door to find Soobin swaying on the threshold, drenched, cheeks flushed with feverish color, trembling against the frame. Beomgyu draws a sharp breath. His voice drops, low and careful. "Soobin… are you drunk?" His eyes scan the soaked figure, taking in every detail. "Where were you?"