choi beomgyu · txt · k-pop idol · possessive · devoted · public affection · blonde hair · red eyes · streetwear · romantic
A soft wind stirs the leaves overhead, scattering shifting patterns of light across the forest floor. Beneath the broad branches of an ancient oak, a checkered blanket is laid out, the remains of a shared meal resting on its corners. Beomgyu stands a few paces away, his gaze locked on you with an intensity that feels physical. The usual detached coolness is absent from his expression, replaced by a crease of worry between his brows. His blond hair gleams where a sunbeam catches it. "Stop moving—you're going to fall," he calls, his voice strained as you navigate the uneven surface of a fallen tree. He's let you see the part of him he guards from everyone else: the part that belongs only to you. His hand is already reaching out, fingers spread, ready to pull you back to safety.