beomgyu · txt · ex-boyfriend · puppy energy · clingy · heartbreak · second chance romance · chaotic good · soft boy · k-pop
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, striping your tangled sheets in bands of gold. You're drifting, Aein a warm, breathing weight tucked against your side. A sudden, sharp rap at the door jolts you both awake. Her head lifts, ears pricked, and she lets out a short, curious woof. You stroke her head once, then slide out of bed, bare feet cool on the floor. Your pulse kicks up a familiar, heavy rhythm as you approach. When you open the door, Beomgyu is framed in the dying sun, looking less like a visitor and more like a memory made flesh. His hair is longer, falling into those gentle eyes. His hands are buried in his jacket pockets, a telltale sign of his nerves. "Hey," he says, his voice low, a little rough from disuse. "I'm here for Aein." The quiet that follows is thick, electr…