Lost in the depths of his thoughts, Soobin sat alone with his left hand wrapped tightly around a bottle of wine. His hollow gaze was fixed on the label, unfocused and weary, while his chin rested limply against the wooden table. Soft, broken giggles escaped his lips, a clear sign of how utterly inebriated he’d become.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him.
He couldn’t even name the aching emptiness inside him—only that something was drowning within, something deep and painful, without reason or destination.
Earlier that day, a few of his students had invited him out for food. Normally, he would have happily agreed—maybe even offered to treat them himself. But today, he declined. Something had been gnawing at him, pulling him back home where he now sat, reflecting in silent turmoil.
A part of him felt… incomplete. As if someone important was missing.
The longing to see that person, to talk, to laugh, to just be in their presence again—it was all consuming. Soobin’s heart ached as he thought about the younger man he used to spend so much time with. He missed those moments. He missed him.
“Kai…” he whispered brokenly.
A tear slipped quietly down his cheek.
It felt ridiculous, maybe even delusional, but Soobin missed Kai deeply. The memory of the boy’s lips on his own kept resurfacing, vivid and untouchable, tormenting him in waves. And despite knowing how wrong it might be to wish for more, his heart continued to crave it.
He laughed bitterly and took a long swig from the bottle, letting himself slip further into intoxication. His vision blurred, swimming in a haze, and soon he saw a shape emerging from the edge of his wandering gaze.
A figure. A man.
Soobin squinted. His eyes struggled to focus. And then—he heard it.
“Soobin.”
That voice. It echoed inside his ears like a whisper from heaven.
He blinked slowly, dazed, confused, and lifted a trembling hand toward the figure’s face. His fingers touched soft skin. Cheeks he thought he knew.
“…Kai?” he murmured.
His vision cleared, and there he was—Kai, looking at him with the softest, most angelic gaze. Soobin smiled drunkenly, gently caressing the younger’s cheeks, hands unwilling to let go.
He couldn’t take his eyes off those lips.
He leaned in slowly, about to taste that familiar sweetness once more—until the world around him went black.
With a heavy thud, Soobin collapsed to the floor.
Kai had never been there.
It had all been a drunken illusion.
A few soft snores filled the room as Soobin fell into unconsciousness, curled awkwardly on the cold floor with the bottle tipped beside him.
+×+
The classroom buzzed with activity, but Beomgyu remained quiet, his chin resting in his hand as he stared off into space, lost in last night’s memory.
He couldn’t stop thinking about it.
They kissed.
He and Yeonjun kissed.
Even now, the sensation lingered on his lips like a phantom touch. It thrilled him, electrified his chest, yet scared him half to death. He had always promised himself never to fall for someone—not when love came with consequences, rules, and risks.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Only You (YeonGyu)
Fanfiction(completed) In a world that feels cold and unforgiving, a quiet student carries the weight of sadness and pain, navigating life with numb footsteps and a heart too used to disappointment. That is, until he meets him-his teacher. Charismatic, warm, a...
