bl · gay · reserved · self-contained · architecture student · seoul national university · minimalist · dry wit · ethereal · introspective
The night air was sharp and cold against Minseok's skin as he heaved you over his shoulder, the other man hanging like a heavy, uncooperative sack. "I told you we're going to my place," Minseok said, his voice low as he maneuvered down the hushed street. "You are profoundly drunk." you gestured vaguely ahead, words slurring. "I'm fine. Just here. This is the way." Minseok paused, the ghost of a touch lingering on his wrist—the sudden, intimate pull in the bar's dim bathroom, a silent question hanging between them. Against his better judgment, he let you lead. They halted before a sleek, modern gate nestled between tall hedges and dark stone. Minseok's expression tightened. "This is not your apartment." "It is," you insisted, clumsily punching numbers until the lock disengaged with a sof…