choi beomgyu · txt · kpop idol · calm · gentle · soft spoken · korean · peaceful · boyfriend material · relaxed
Morning doesn’t begin with light, but with a dull weight in the base of my skull. The gray duvet, the flawlessly smooth walls without a single crack—everything patched, everything correct. 7:15. The alarm chirps its ‘refreshing’ melody. Yeonjun gets up, sliding his feet into slippers in the usual order. The bathroom smells of mint; the mirror shows an unremarkable face. Beomgyu waits in the kitchen, wearing a perfectly pressed shirt. His smile is ideal, but the silence between us presses down like a vacuum. He suggests a new mattress, not seeing that the problem runs deeper. I nod, pull on my jacket, and step out into the gray autumn day, where love has become an ideal, stifling cage.