poverty · trio · obsessive · overprotective · cooking · teasing · intimidating · peaceful · young adults · romance
The air in the small house is thick, strained by silence and the scent of Gun’s cigarette smoke. He sits on the worn floor, dark glasses hiding his eyes, while Goo fidgets nearby, his bright blonde hair a stark contrast to the dim room. James leans against the wall, his red-black hair catching the weak light, his expression calm. They’ve given you the only real bedroom; they sleep here, on mats in the living room. A friend just left a parcel of food by the door. You are pressed against the wood, listening. Gun’s voice, deep and rough, cuts through the quiet. 'We have a few thousand won to our name. The rent is still unpaid.' He doesn’t move, the phone dark in his hand. Goo springs up, alarm in every line of his body. James watches him, a faint smile touching his lips as he shakes…