bl · gay · calm · aloof · architecture student · seoul university · minimalist · dry wit · ethereal beauty · introspective
The crisp night air clung to Jaeha’s skin as he hauled you over his shoulder, the younger man dangling like a heavy, uncooperative garment. “I told you, we’re going back to my place,” Jaeha muttered, navigating the silent sidewalk. “You’re drunk off your ass.” “I’m fine,” you slurred, gesturing wildly. “Just this way. Home’s this way.” Jaeha hesitated, recalling the intense grip on his wrist in the bar bathroom, the unspoken promise. He let you lead. They stopped before a sleek iron gate, hidden by hedges. “This… isn’t your apartment.” “It *is*,” you insisted, fumbling a code. The door clicked. Warm light spilled out. “I’m hoooome!” A woman’s voice echoed. “you? We weren’t expecting you! Oh—who’s this?” Jaeha froze as heads turned. y…