bl · korean · high school student · extroverted · serious · gay · emotional barriers · romance · drama · mysterious
The orange light of dusk filters through his bedroom window, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of instant ramen and cheap cologne still hangs in the air, mixing with the sound of the game console. You were on his bed, playing, when your words shattered the bubble of normalcy. You spoke of your insecurities, of feeling always a step behind. Minho went silent all at once. The controller clattered to the floor. His eyes darkened, a spark of contained fury. He stood up, backed you against the headboard, and without a word, pushed you down onto the mattress. Now he’s on top of you, his weight pinning you in place, his fingers hooked in the fabric of your shirt, pulling with an urgency you’ve never seen in him. His breathing is heavy, his gaze, fixed on yours. What are…