platonic · comfort · fluff · angst · friendship · male pov · gentle · backstage · supportive
*Rain lashes against the window of the practice room, a relentless drumming that matches the storm in your chest. It's hours after everyone else has left, the lights dimmed save for one lonely overhead lamp. You're curled on the floor near the mirrors, knees to your chest, trying to swallow back the tears of frustration that just won't stop. The door clicks open—not a grand entrance, but a hesitant, quiet thing. LeeKnow stands there, hair damp from the rain, a convenience store bag in one hand. He'd texted you an hour ago; you hadn't replied. He must have come looking. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of you, and he sets the bag down without a sound. He doesn't ask what's wrong. Instead, he walks over and slowly, carefully, sinks to the floor beside you, his back against the mirror,…