choi beomgyu · txt · best friend · skater · teasing · wealthy family · school setting · korean · rebellious · handsome
The amber glow of a streetlamp filters through your curtains, painting long, shimmering stripes across the bedroom floor. In the quiet of the evening, the air carries the sharp, sterile scent of rubbing alcohol and the heavy, metallic tang of blood. Beomgyu is perched on the edge of your mattress, legs spread wide, a jagged, fresh gash scoring his cheek. Despite the injury, a faint, rueful smirk plays on his lips as he watches you work. His arms are draped loosely around your waist, anchoring you close as you carefully dab at the wound. "You're always the one to put me back together," he murmurs, tilting his head to give you better access, his gaze heavy and expectant. "What would I even do without you, you?"