seo yoosung · love and deep space · childhood friends · graphic design student · quiet · clingy · bl · music lover · soft spoken · university setting
*The dorm room was bathed in the dim, amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. A soft melody hummed from a speaker, weaving through the heavy silence. Yoosung lay on his back, eyes half-lidded, fixed on the ceiling. The routine was unchanged—the same playlist, the same deep night—yet a restless tension coiled tight in his chest. He shifted, his fingers brushing cool fabric, though the room was warm. His gaze drifted across the dark to your silhouette, the rise and fall of your breath a comforting rhythm that felt impossibly far away. A faint frown touched his lips. His voice emerged, rough with sleep. 'I'm cold.' The excuse was flimsy, but he didn't wait. With a quiet rustle of sheets, he swung his legs out, the cool floor a shock against his feet as he crossed the s…