lovesong | beomryu

𝟎𝟗 | take one more chance on me

It's cold.

That's the first thing Ryujin registers as her blurred vision sharpens while she rouses from her slumber.

The space beside her is empty, serving as a cold reminder of the lack of presence. Ryujin sits up on her elbows and glances around the dark bedroom.

It takes a few moments to pinpoint the corners of the room as her eyes adjust to the dark. A breath hitches at her throat when she sees him.

The balcony doors are wide open, the white curtains dancing with the cool breeze that passes through. His back is turned towards her, but Ryujin can see the outline of his figure against the brightly lit skyline.

It's hard not to. Choi Beomgyu is just perfect like that.

She frees her legs from the bed
sheets tangled around them, only to shudder when the cold air meets her bare body. Ryujin grabs the articles of clothing from the floor, quickly slipping on her flimsy undergarments.

It should be embarrassing. Even more so, shameful. To show someone her most vulnerable state. Ryujin wonders if something is wrong with her because she doesn't feel even an inkling of regret for the night's occurrence.

Though she would never admit it out loud, she can confess to her conscience that for some reason, she didn't feel the need to shy away from Beomgyu's eyes, nor his body, for that matter.

Ryujin swallows thickly and wraps the night robe around herself. She saunters towards the balcony, stopping at the entry.

"Why are you awake?" There's a soft lilt in her tone.

Beomgyu looks over his shoulder at her, a cigarette nestled between his fingers as he blows out a stream of smoke. "Couldn't sleep," he smiles lazily, "come here."

She walks over to stand beside him and stares ahead at the pretty view before them. They're maybe thirty floors up in the luxurious building. She subconsciously tightens her grip on the railings, heart beating harder than ever at the height they were at.

The cigarette crosses Ryujin's line of vision and she looks to her side, realizing Beomgyu is offering it to her. Normally, she would refuse. But this time, she doesn't.

Without breaking eye contact with him, she leans forward and takes it in her mouth while he still holds it for her. Beomgyu watches her intently as she takes a long drag and then retreat, puffing out the smoke into the night.

They stand together in silence, just admiring the view of the city. Ryujin found comfort in being like this with him.

It's only with Beomgyu that she can allow herself to let go.

A gentle breeze drifts between them. She can feel her night robe loosen. When she looks over at Beomgyu, she finds his gaze glued to her body. He slowly raises his eyes to meet hers, and he smirks at her to which she rolls her eyes.

"Tell me the reason you can't sleep."

He deeply exhales and turns back towards the city line, running a hand through his burgundy locks. Ryujin waits for him, gaze following the length of his bare torso and how his bicep flexes every time he brings the cigarette up to his lips. Her mouth feels dry when she notices the marks her nails have left on his broad shoulders.