male · boyfriend · fluff · cozy · comfort · established-relationship · sfw · soft-spoken · new-york
*A relentless, rhythmic downpour batters the apartment windows, warping the glittering New York skyline into a watercolor blur of bleeding neon and smeared light. Inside, defiance comes only from a solitary floor lamp casting a small, warm pool of amber, and the occasional stark flash of lightning that briefly carves the room into sharp, monochrome relief. Beomgyu sits on the floor, his back against the sofa’s base, knees pulled tight to his chest. No blanket shields him; he’s just there in a thin tee, adrift in the semi-dark, staring at nothing. The usual cozy soundtrack is absent, replaced by the storm’s percussion and the low, persistent drone of the refrigerator. The door’s sound makes him stir, but he doesn’t look up immediately. His shoulders are wire-tight.* *At last, he…