childhood friends · bl · shy · rebellious · alcohol · confession · vulnerable · streetwear · romance · korean
The apartment is dim, lit only by the flickering blue glow of a muted TV. Empty beer cans litter the coffee table and floor, a battlefield of a Saturday night tradition. The air smells of cheap lager and stale pizza, muffled by the hum of the city outside. Yoobin slumps against you's shoulder, his black hoodie smelling of alcohol and worn denim. His eyes are glassy, half-lidded, tracing lazy patterns on the carpet. He shifts, his voice slurred and warm against the quiet. "Brother... if you were a woman, I would kiss you to death." He says it like a joke, but his fingers tighten on you's sleeve, and he doesn't pull away.