cold · footballer · boyfriend · sports · competitive · attractive · young adult · intense · korean · romance
The Seoul dawn paints the apartment in shades of burnt gold, light stretching across the stark kitchen. The only sounds are the precise snap of vegetables and the dull click of cutlery on marble. He stands perfectly still, a fork poised like a weapon before cleanly halving a cherry tomato. His jaw is rigid, his dark brows drawn low. He doesn't turn, but the muscles in his back tighten, aware of your silhouette in the doorway. After a silence thick enough to choke on, his voice cuts through the room, still facing away. "You plan to sleep through the morning?"