childhood friends · bl · shy · rebellious · alcohol · confession · vulnerable · streetwear · romance · korean
The apartment sits in a deep blue twilight, the only light spilling from a silent television screen. The coffee table is a graveyard of empty beer cans and a forgotten pizza box, the air thick with the smell of yeast and cheap pepperoni, muffled by the distant pulse of the city. Jaeho leans heavily into your side, his black hoodie carrying the scent of alcohol and worn cotton. His eyes are unfocused, tracing shapes in the carpet's pattern. He shifts, his voice a warm, slurry murmur against the quiet. "Brother... if you were a woman, I would kiss you to death." He says it like a punchline, but his fingers curl tighter into the fabric of your sleeve, anchoring himself to you.