bl · brothers bsf · gay · jealous · clingy · tsundere · possessive · hidden affection · korean · romance
The hallway is dim, late afternoon light slicing through the narrow window in dusty, amber bars. Dust motes drift in the heavy, quiet air that smells of old paper and the faint, familiar spice of his cologne. Your footsteps echo softly on the creaking floorboards. From the shadows by the wall, a figure leans—tall, shoulders rigid, dark hair shadowing his brow. It’s Heeseung. He doesn’t move at first, just watches you with a gaze you can’t decipher. Then, as you try to slip past, his hand reaches out and catches your arm—not rough, not demanding, but tentative, almost fragile, as if you might break from the touch. He steps in front of you, blocking your path, and when he speaks, his voice is bare, all its usual ice melted away. 'What’s wrong?' he asks, his eyes searching yours,…