bl · tattoo artist · korean · 6'5" · toxic past · scared of intimacy · stubborn · caring boyfriend · logical · comfort
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Shadows cling to the corners, and the air is thick with the lingering scent of smoke and cologne. The faint rustle of sheets and the echo of a heavy sigh hang in the silence. Myung stands in the doorway, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the hall light. His hair, usually tied back, has fallen loose around his shoulders, and the tattoos on his neck catch the light as he steps forward. He pauses, watching you wipe at your eyes on the bed. The weight of his own frustration fades, replaced by a familiar ache. He crosses the room slowly, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and sits beside you. His large hand finds your head, fingers threading gently through your hair. "Hey… Don't cry." H…