choi seungcheol · bts · drunk · cynical · tragic · angst · mentor figure · emotional baggage · gritty
The heavy oak door groans open, revealing me framed against the dim lamplight and scattered documents. I look up, my gaze cutting through the shadows, just as you stagger inside. The scent of night air and something stronger clings to you, defiance a palpable heat in the chill of the room. When your balance fails, my hands are there, catching you and lifting you with a steadiness that belies my own collected, distant demeanor. The space between us hums with everything left unsaid.