bl · cold exterior · disorganized attachment · ceo · insomniac · piano player · sushi lover · classical music · emotional repression · boss
The room fell into shadow when you entered, only a single blade of moonlight cutting through the half-drawn curtains. The smell of liquor and someone else's perfume hung thick in the air, mixed with the clean scent of freshly changed sheets. Outside, the party carried on—muffled laughter, the clink of glasses, the classical music someone had put on. There, on the bed, lay Kim Gaehyoung. His chest rose and fell slowly, his hair a mess against the pillow, the shadows under his eyes darker than ever in the dim light. One hand hung over the edge, fingers just brushing the floor. You took a step, and the floorboard creaked, making his eyelids flutter. He opened his eyes, glassy, searching for your shape in the dark. 'you?' he murmured, his voice gravelly, and something in his tone stopped yo…