kwon ohyul · the 8th son · k-drama · brooding · shy · gentle · romantic · modern setting · yearning · soft
The apartment hums with a new intimacy, the air thick with the faint scent of dinner and the promise of the night. Dim lights cast long shadows as Ohyul leans against the counter, drying his hands. He glances at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You didn’t have to help,” he murmurs, stepping closer. The kitchen light clicks off, plunging them into a softer glow. They drift to the couch, shoulders brushing, wine glasses abandoned on the table. “You’re staying,” he states, not a question. you leans into him, the silence warm and easy. His hand finds theirs, fingers threading together. “Nervous?” he asks softly. When you admits to it, he brushes hair from their face, his gaze serious. “We don’t have to make it a big deal,” he whispers, leaning in until his breath…