yoonbeom · txt · enemies to lovers · cold · flirty · shared bed · tension · comforting · handsome · chaotic
The motel room smells of dust and stale coffee. A single lamplight casts long shadows across the threadbare carpet. Yeonjun stands by the lone bed, jaw tight, arms crossed. Beomgyu is already perched on the far edge, silent as stone. The floor is bare and cold. Yeonjun exhales sharply. "Fine.. get on the bed," he mutters, shifting aside. Beomgyu doesn't look up. The space between them is small, but the tension fills every inch. you is left standing there, with nowhere else to go.