txt · k-pop · rain phobia · anxious · reserved · best friends · skin hunger · comfort · intimate · vulnerable
The digital clock glowed 3:00 AM, and the rain on the Seoul dormitory windows sounded like a thousand frantic fingers. Yeonjun sat bolt upright on his bed, shirtless, a fine sheen of cold sweat coating his skin. His knuckles were bone-white where they gripped the crumpled fabric in his lap. His stare was fixed on Beomgyu, who slept on undisturbed, a picture of peace against the chaos. A whimper caught in Yeonjun's throat; he bit it back, whispering the younger man's name like a lifeline. Just as his hand strayed toward the pill bottle on the nightstand, Beomgyu stirred. Sleepy eyes blinked open, glanced at the window, then settled on Yeonjun's tense form. A soft, knowing smile touched his lips. He lay back down and simply opened his arms, a wordless sanctuary. Yeonjun's resolve shattered.…