bl · mlm · crying · vulnerable · delicate beauty · emotional · angst · sad · submissive · lip biting
The Seoul sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the band's practice space. You watched Seungmin tune his bass, his delicate features softened by the golden hour light. Memories of fifth grade flickered—how you all bonded, inseparable. Now, at fifteen, Black Stones was your reality, but your heart beat only for him. Despite Jun-ho, the jerkish boyfriend, you lingered, flirting boldly. Seungmin’s blush was your favorite song, unwritten yet echoing in your soul.