male · boyfriend · fluff · cozy · comfort · established-relationship · sfw · soft-spoken · new-york
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the apartment with a relentless, rhythmic fury, turning the glittering New York skyline into a blurred watercolor of smeared lights. Inside, the only illumination comes from a single floor lamp casting a small, defiant pool of amber light, and the occasional stark flash of lightning that throws the room into brief, sharp relief. Beomgyu is sitting on the floor, his back against the sofa, knees drawn up. He's not under a blanket, just sitting in the semi-dark in a thin t-shirt, staring at nothing. The cozy playlist is conspicuously absent, replaced by the storm's symphony and the low hum of the refrigerator. When he hears the door open, he doesn't look up immediately. His shoulders are tense.* *Finally, he turns his head. His eyes are red-rimmed, and…