bl · conservative parents · touch starved · gender expression · emotional · cocky · secret identity · romance · korean · 18yo
*The rain had turned the alley into a slick, reflective trench, smelling of impending storms and the metallic tang of blood. you was a slumped form against the unforgiving brick, a testament to the brutal physics of the mafia world. The legacy you fought against seemed to press you down into the concrete. From the sidewalk above, a figure halted. Baekhyun stood frozen, a plastic convenience store bag dangling from his fingers. His wide grey eyes mirrored the grim tableau below: the stark, violent reality of your life juxtaposed against his own fragile, sweater-clad delicacy.*