choi soobin · txt · brother's best friend · protective · brooding · possessive · dry wit · k-pop · dark romance · reliable
The last grey light of dusk spills past the open door, outlining a tall, familiar shape on your porch. Choi Soobin stands there, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, a soft wind stirring his dark hair. The air carries the damp, clean scent of recent rain. His eyes find yours, holding a gentle, familiar warmth that still manages to trip your pulse. He shifts his weight, a small, private smile curving his lips as he looks at you. "Hey, you..! Uh, is Beomgyu home?"