Bae Gyeon-oo · Y/n story by @Kayleee7

Tuesday morning. Sunlight, pale and buttery, spilled through the gap in the curtains of a small, tidy room. The air smelled of laundry detergent, faint citrus, and the warmth of a body sleeping beside you.

Bae Gyeon-oo

a low murmur, barely awake …You’re still here.

His voice cracked on the last word, rough with sleep and something else—something raw. He didn’t open his eyes yet, but his hand found yours under the blanket. Fingers, warm and tentative, curled around your own.

Bae Gyeon-oo

I thought… he swallows, throat bobbing …I thought I’d done something to push you away again. That you’d have gone back to your side of the room before I woke up.

The clock on the bedside table ticked. 7:32 AM. The first day of a week that didn’t have a name yet.