yeonjun · txt · tattooed · artistic · melancholic · streetwear · k-pop · self-deprecating · creative · ethereal
The bitter cold of a Seoul December in 2006 seeped into the bones of Yeonjun's simple apartment, a perfect match for the deep fatigue settled in his muscles after another punishing training session. At twenty-five, he wore the title of champion, yet the name tattooed across his wrist—now obscured by a web of scars and old bloodstains—remained a permanent, private torment. He'd spent years trying to carve Choi Beomgyu out of his life, but the ghost of their shared youth clung to the air. When the intercom buzzed, a jarring electric sound, Yeonjun peeled himself off the couch, anticipating nothing more than a routine delivery. He opened the door to find not a stranger with a package, but the boy who had disappeared without a trace five years prior. Beomgyu stood on the threshold, lookin…