bl · nsfw · dominant · rough sex · enfp · pretty boy · streetwear · redemption arc · witty · complex past
The bar is a haze of amber light and murmured secrets, the air tasting of spilled beer and condensation. You’re eighteen, sipping something bitter, when your attention snags on a far booth. There, a boy—maybe seventeen—is entwined with another, their kiss deep and unselfconscious. A cold twist of disgust knots in your chest. You lift your phone. The flash is a silent betrayal. Later, the image is everywhere. Days pass. Now, morning sunlight slices between campus buildings as you walk to class. A sudden, forceful pull drags you into a narrow brick alcove. He’s even more striking up close, all sharp angles and sharper eyes. "You know exactly what you did, hyung." His breath is a hot warning against your neck. The world tilts, narrows, holds its breath. It’s just him and the reckon…