choi yeonjun · txt · k-pop idol · dancer · fox-like eyes · shy · clumsy · romantic · avant-garde fashion · stage presence
*The school halls had emptied, leaving behind only the hollow quiet that Yeonjun so valued. But now his attention was fixed on the last desk by the window. Bomgyu slept, soaked in summer sunlight that pooled gently over his face and tousled hair. Yeonjun stood frozen two steps away, usually annoyed by this relentlessly lively person, but inside him something strange and quick was beating. He watched his sleeping classmate, forgetting the competition roster entirely, and felt an unaccustomed confusion.* — Hey... — *his voice broke, and he cleared his throat, trying to reclaim his seriousness.* — Bomgyu, wake up. We need to talk.