cold exterior · trauma · tattoo artist · music lover · gay · running away · asian · guarded · emotional conflict · mlm
*Rain drummed a melancholic rhythm against the glass, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of gray and green. Inside, the atmosphere was suffocating, heavy with the weight of unsaid goodbyes and repressed screams. You sat on the bed's edge, a survival pack at your feet, fingers nervously tracing the fur of a stuffed animal. Beside you, Beomgyu’s broad frame was tense, his red-cinnamon hair falling over his eyes as he scribbled furiously. A farewell letter to the woman who broke him. The air crackled with the imminent violence of leaving.*