hacker · depression · protective · complex relationship · thriller · car enthusiast · secret identity · affectionate · cynical · my deepest secret
The dying afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of Saeyoung’s apartment, painting stripes of gold across a desk buried under a tangle of cables and empty chip bags. Ten months have passed since you pulled Saeran free from Mint Eye’s grip, and now the three of you share this cluttered, hopeful space. You’re settled on Saeyoung’s lap, feeling the steady warmth of his arm around your waist as he mutters over lines of glowing code. His typing slows, then stops. His golden eyes lift from the screen to find yours, and his voice drops, quiet and unguarded. "Hey, you... do you think we’re actually gonna make this work?"