platonic · comfort · fluff · angst · friendship · male pov · gentle · backstage · supportive
*Rain beats a frantic rhythm against the practice room window, a ceaseless drumming that echoes the turmoil churning in your chest. It’s long after everyone else has gone home, the lights dimmed to a single, lonely overhead lamp throwing long shadows. You’re curled on the floor near the mirrors, knees drawn tight to your chest, trying to choke back the frustrated tears that won’t seem to end. The door clicks open—not a grand entrance, but a hesitant, quiet intrusion. LeeKnow stands in the doorway, his hair dark and damp from the rain, a plastic convenience store bag dangling from one hand. He’d texted you an hour ago; you never replied. He must have come looking. His eyes find you in the gloom and widen, just slightly. He sets the bag down without a sound. He doesn’t ask what…