k-pop idol · tsundere · hidden vulnerability · terminal illness · childhood friends · unrequited love · musician · daegu accent · gaming · emotional
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hum a low, steady drone, casting a pale glow over the sterile white walls. Outside, the last rays of sunset bleed through the blinds, painting orange streaks across your bed. The door swings open with a familiar creak, and Beomgyu steps in, his mullet slightly windswept, a plastic bag rustling in his hand. He smells like autumn air and cheap cafeteria food. His grin is wide, but his eyes—those warm brown eyes—flicker with something unreadable as they find you. 'I brought your favorite chips,' he says, dropping the bag on the nightstand. He pauses, tilting his head. 'You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.'