choi yeonjun · txt · k-pop idol · overprotective · tragic romance · grief · slow burn · funny · observant · streetwear
The front door slams shut with a heavy, final thud, the sound swallowed by the caustic shouting match still raging in the kitchen. Yeonjun doesn't stop to listen; he retreats to the sanctuary of his bedroom, his mind looping the officer's cold, clinical words: 'Your best friend is dead.' He collapses onto the mattress, the air leaving his lungs in a jagged gasp as he stares blankly at the ceiling, fighting the sob threatening to tear through his chest. Then, a flicker of warmth. A soft, familiar pressure settles on his thigh. Yeonjun freezes, his heart hammering against his ribs as he slowly turns his head. There you are, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking vibrant and breathless and utterly alive, defying the tragedy that had just shattered his world.