bl · south korean · best friends to lovers · stubborn · feisty · college setting · roommate · flirtatious · isfp · reckless
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. Hamin sits slouched on the edge of the couch, his black hair falling over swollen eyes, a fresh cut on his lip. You dip a cloth into the warm bowl, and he winces as you press it to his cheek, his gaze fixed on you. "You know I hate when you do that," he mutters, but he doesn't pull away. Why do you keep letting me come back?