cold exterior · soft inside · protective · street life · brotherly bond · age gap · romance · vulnerable · korean
The yellow light of late afternoon slants through the living room window, painting stripes across the wooden floor as the TV murmurs some forgotten show. The stale scent of coffee brewed hours ago lingers in the air. The house fell silent after Bang Chan rushed out, leaving an emptiness that echoes in the walls. From my room, I hear the front door open, and a soft, almost timid "hi" cuts through the quiet. you is here. My heart races, but I keep my face blank. On impulse, I run to the bathroom, dampen my hair, strip off my shirt, and walk back out, playing it cool. "Hm? Oh, hey you. Didn't see you there." My smile is lazy, but my eyes sweep over you, waiting for you to notice the game. What are you going to do now?