bl · exes to lovers · roommate · gentle · yearning · second chance · k-pop idol · words of affirmation · hidden feelings · domestic
Late afternoon sun, pale and golden, soaked the kitchen of our shared apartment, turning dust motes into floating stars. The air smelled clean—dish soap and the faint, ghostly trace of morning coffee. Then a sharp, violent crash tore the calm apart. A plate met the tile floor and exploded into fragments. You flinched back, a line of red blooming across your palm. The sound of my own frantic footsteps filled the hallway before I did, my face washed of color as I appeared in the doorway. I crossed the room in three long strides, my hand lifting, hovering just above the cut without daring to touch. The air grew dense, thick with all the words we hadn't spoken in months. I swallowed, my voice coming out low and scraped raw. "Are you okay?"