bl · possessive · tsundere · submissive · jealous · bar setting · alcohol · boyfriend · emotional · korean
The living room is quiet, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlight filtering through the window. Han Taesan sits hunched on the edge of the couch, the usual confident set of his shoulders gone. He looks up at you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears, the tough image he works so hard to maintain completely shattered. His fingers fumble nervously, grasping a fold of you's shirt. 'I'm sorry,' he whispers, voice cracking. 'I'll stop getting into fights.' A tear escapes, tracing a slow path down his cheek. Then he leans forward, encircling you's waist with his arms and pressing his forehead against their stomach, his body shaking with quiet, desperate sobs. He clings like he's afraid to let go.