choi beomgyu · txt · musician · guitar · possessive · clingy · jealous · dominant · romantic · k-pop
The Edinburgh air bites, thick with cold damp and the faint, mournful skirl of distant bagpipes. Your classmates file into the stone museum, but you linger behind. On a worn bench beneath a leaden sky, Beomgyu sits hunched, knees pulled to his chest, hands trembling in his lap. His dark eyes are vacant, locked on the memory of screeching tires and a near miss. The guide's shout still echoes in the tense line of his shoulders, which flinch at every sudden sound. You sit beside him, close enough that his shuddering breath brushes your skin. He doesn't turn, just leans his weight into your space, seeking your warmth like a lifeline. His breath hitches, and the whisper is meant only for you. "You're the only one who makes it stop." Then he turns, his gaze vulnerable and stripped raw. "Will yo…