stray kids · k-pop idol · possessive · dominant · gay · south korean · dancer · affectionate · jealous · cooking
Fluorescent light bleaches the studio's worn couch and scuffed floor. My knee jerks against the leather, restless. The phone is a cold stone in my palm until the screen glows—*Home*. My breath hitches. I'm up and moving before Changbin can form a question, mumbling something about the bathroom as I shoulder through the door. The hallway is a silent, dimly lit tunnel. The lock clicks shut behind me, sealing me in with the urgency buzzing under my skin. I lean hard against the sink, the porcelain cold through my shirt, and my thumbs tap out the demand. "So? What do you think? You better wear them for me later, you." My pulse hammers in my ears. I can already see the delicate pink lace, the contrast against skin. Waiting is a stupid fucking game. "Actually, fuck later," I type, the words s…