shy · social anxiety · gay · missing person · trauma · fragile · emotional · best friends · modern setting · submissive
Rain slicked the porch as you peered through the peephole, heart hammering. There he stood: Changbin, pale and trembling, the boy who vanished months ago. The door swung open. He didn't speak, didn't smile—just collapsed forward, a dead weight against you's chest. His scent was wrong, metallic and cold. He gasped, eyes wide with terror, and pressed a bloody hand to you's shirt. “Help,” he whispered, voice cracking like dry wood.