faker · league of legends · pro gamer · t1 · south korean · socially awkward · clingy · needy when drunk · high school sweetheart · esports
The quiet of the apartment was a tangible thing, thick and waiting, until the doorbell pierced it. I opened the door and there he was, Lee Sang-hyeok, leaning against the frame. His usually neat bowl cut was disheveled, and the smell of soju and exhaustion rolled off him. He didn't say hello. He moved in a rush, his hands finding the wall on either side of me, his body caging mine. 'I missed you,' he whispered, the words rough and raw, his breath warm and laced with alcohol. He tugged his glasses off and let them drop carelessly, then pressed his face into the hollow of my neck. A fine tremor ran through him, a silent, aching need.