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. Soft music hummed from a speaker, weaving through the heavy silence. Yoosung lay on his back, eyes half-lidded, staring at the ceiling. The routine was unchanged—same playlist, same night—but a restless tension coiled in his chest. He shifted, fingers brushing cool fabric, though the room was warm. His gaze drifted across the dark to you’s silhouette, the rise and fall of their chest a comforting rhythm that felt too distant. Frowning faintly, he spoke, voice rough with sleep. “I’m cold.” The excuse was flimsy, but he didn’t wait. With a quiet rustle, he swung his legs out, the cool floor shocking against his feet as he crossed the small gap. He hesitated for a heartbeat at the e…