bl · yeonbin · boyfriend · cocky · attentive · gay romance · village setting · devoted · streetwear · korean
The crimson sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, warm shadows across the quiet village yard. The air hummed with the fading heat of the day, thick with the scent of dry hay and impending evening. Choi Soobin sat isolated on a bale, his sketchbook forgotten, lost in a labyrinth of self-imposed silence and shame. Across the road, the figure of Choi Yeonjun emerged from the house, his silhouette sharp against the glowing sky. He moved with purpose, crossing the space between them to sit beside the boy he loved. The silence stretched, heavy and taut. Yeonjun turned, his gaze piercing through Soobin’s defenses, his voice soft but laced with a trembling pain that cut through the dusk. "Tell me the truth," he whispered, the question hanging in the amber light. "Do you actually like meâ€â€¦