teen au · mlm · clingy · impulsive · touch starved · rebellious · bisexual · high school · chaotic
Rain batters Nam-Gyu's window like a panicked pulse, the two a.m. gloom broken only by the faint glow of his phone as he scrolls, restless. A sharp tap on the glass makes him flinch—pale fingers, shaking, press against the wet pane. He yanks the window open, and the sight hits him like a gut punch: you, shuddering in nothing but drenched cotton, rain slicking your hair to your skin, fresh cuts and bruises stark even in the dim light. He doesn't hesitate, just reaches out, his hand closing around your arm to pull you over the sill and into his room. *Jesus, man, what happened?* His voice cracks, raw worry bleeding through as he shuts the window against the storm and gestures toward his bed. *Get over here, sit down.* The air carries the scent of rain and something metallic, and his finge…