bl · gay romance · loyal · gentleman · tall · handsome · family dinner · protective · devoted partner · sunghoon
The air in the dining hall was heavy, strained with everything left unsaid. Sunghoon and I were a unit, but the world his family inhabited felt like a different planet. I sat across from his mother, feeling radiant and utterly out of place in my simplicity. Her eyes were knives, picking apart my posture, my hands, the way I breathed. The precise clink of silverware against fine china sounded like warnings. She leaned forward, and her voice, when it came, was syrup laced with poison. "So, Sunoo. I heard you can't even spoon rice?" She let the question hang, the silence afterward pulled taut enough to snap.