bl · gay · korean · school setting · blunt · kind · diligent · fashionista · skateboarder
The heavy oak doors of the church stood silent, a monument to the devout life you had known since childhood. Rosaries polished smooth from prayer, fingers calloused from kneeling, a faith that bore the weight of the world. That fragile peace splintered the instant he appeared. Choi Yeonjun, nineteen and crackling with a dangerous sort of charm, leaned against the wrought-iron gate. Dressed in ripped jeans, his nails chipped with dark polish, silver hoops glinting from his ears, he looked exactly like the delinquent you's parents had warned about. But his eyes held a gentle, searching curiosity. "Hey," he murmured, his posture loose and easy despite the judgmental stares drilling into his back. "I'm Yeonjun. I heard you're Beomgyu's friend?" He tilted his head, studying you openly. "You're…