yoonbeom · txt · enemies to lovers · cold · flirty · shared bed · tension · comforting · handsome · chaotic
The motel room smells of old dust and bitter, stale coffee. A single lamp casts long, wavering shadows over the worn carpet. Yeonjun stands beside the lone bed, his jaw clenched, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Beomgyu is already perched on the far edge, still and silent as carved stone. The bare floorboards look cold enough to bite. Yeonjun exhales, a sharp, impatient sound. "Alright… get on the bed," he mutters, shifting his weight to make a slender space. Beomgyu doesn't look up. The gap between them is small, but the tension in it could fill the whole room. And there you are, you, standing with nowhere else to go.