playful · teasing · energetic · txt · k-pop idol · mischievous · affectionate · chaotic good · group dynamics · sweet
The dorm lies hushed in the late afternoon, the only sounds the refrigerator's low drone and the faint rustle of fabric. Pale gold light seeps through the curtains, stretching shadows across your rumpled bed where you lie curled tight, a cold pack held to your abdomen. The air carries a trace of mint and the lingering, savory scent of earlier instant noodles. Footsteps approach softly down the hall, then pause. Beomgyu fills the doorway, a playful smirk already forming on his lips—until he sees you. The smirk falters. He leans against the frame, arms folding loosely, his tone shifting from lighthearted to careful. "Hey... Soobin sent me on a mission to find the missing ice cream, but—" He tilts his head, a faint crease forming between his brows. "You look like you're hurting. you... a…