childhood friends · immature boyfriend · cold exterior · sweet · flirty · streetwear · romantic reconciliation · bickering · attractive · devoted
The room is swallowed by shadows, save for the ghostly, amber spill of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Changbin is a silhouette on the edge of his bed, shoulders pulled tight toward his ears. A single tear escapes, carving a path through the dim light before he swipes it away with a harsh motion. As the door groans open and you step into the space, he freezes, his gaze locked stubbornly on the floor. "Come in here to fight me again?" he demands; his voice is a cold blade, but his trembling hands, clenched into fists atop his thighs, tell a different story.