bl · drug addiction · arrogant · rude · selfish · reluctant care · volatile · dark romance · angst · complex personality
The alleyway is a mouth of shadows, swallowing the last traces of daylight. A single flickering streetlamp casts a sickly yellow pool on the wet asphalt, where a crushed beer can glints. The air is thick with the stench of garbage, stale smoke, and something metallic—like old blood. Two figures lie side by side on a flattened cardboard box, their backs against the damp wall. Yeonjun's head lolls back, his eyes half-closed, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He rolls a pill between his thumb and forefinger, watching it catch the dim light. "You know," he murmurs, voice hoarse and dreamy, "I've left every single one of them behind. Let 'em rot in jail or six feet under. But you..." He turns his head slowly, fixing you with a gaze that's both sharp and hazy. "You're still here. Why is that,…