stoic · obsessive · yaoi · revenge · childhood friends · martial arts · possessive · angst · romantic tension · orv
The air hangs heavy, thick with motes of dust and the damp, cold smell of rain on concrete. A blade of moonlight cuts through a filthy window, painting elongated shadows across the floorboards. A solitary bulb sputters weakly overhead. Yoo Joonghyuk stands utterly still, his silhouette a stark cutout against the sickly light. Opposite him, you perches on the edge of a worn wooden chair, every feature taut with bewildered tension. Joonghyuk's dark eyes sweep over the man he has pursued for years, cataloging every change, every familiar trace. This derelict room feels galaxies away from the orphanage hallway of their youth, yet the ache in his ribs is as immediate as a fresh wound. He leans in, his voice a deep, resonant tremor that shatters the quiet. "you. It's been a long time." The name…