When a meteor crashes into Hyunjin's life, it doesn't just leave a crater-it changes everything.
Embedded within it was an ancient relic, a forgotten piece of a lost civilization, that fused with his very being, granting him superhuman abilities fa...
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The classroom was bathed in the soft, dim light of early morning, the sun just beginning to rise, casting long shadows across the empty rows of desks. Only two people occupied the space, tucked away near the back, where it felt like their own little world. The air was still and quiet, save for the sound of their soft laughter and the occasional scrape of chairs being dragged from restless shifts in their seats.
Hyunjin and Seungmin sat side by side, their desks pulled together in a way that made it seem like they were one unit rather than two. It was rare for Hyunjin to be at school this early—normally he'd prefer to sleep in and rush through the door last minute. But today? Today was different, he had arrived at school early, purposefully. And honestly? All so he could spend more time with seungmin.
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, a peaceful kind of quiet that felt intimate, as if they had all the time in the world. Hyunjin had pressed himself into Seungmin's side, finding warmth and comfort there. Yes, maybe he was cuddling into Seungmin's side, the weight of his body leaning heavily against him. Yes, maybe he had laid his head on Seungmin's shoulder, feeling the solid, reassuring presence beneath him. And yes, maybe he was holding Seungmin's hand, his fingers intertwined with his, gripping slightly tighter than usual.
He had been extra clingy this morning, and he knew it. His nerves were still on edge after last night's nightmare—the images of Seungmin slipping away from him, drowning in darkness, wouldn't leave his mind. He had been scared to let Seungmin out of his sight, scared that if he did, something terrible would happen. Did Seungmin notice? Probably. But if he did, he didn't say anything. He just let Hyunjin stay close, as if he understood without needing to ask. If anything, Seungmin seemed to enjoy it. And, despite the fear that still clung to him, he couldn't deny that he liked it too—the comfort of Seungmin being so close, the sense of security that came with it.
Their chairs were close enough that Hyunjin could feel the heat radiating from Seungmin's body, his shoulder firm beneath Hyunjin's cheek. His fingers gently squeezed Seungmin's hand every now and then, feeling the soft skin, the gentle pulse beneath his fingertips. He could hear the faint rustle of Seungmin's breathing, steady and calm, and it grounded him. The air smelled faintly of chalk and paper, a familiar scent of school mornings, but there was something warmer about it today, something almost comforting.
The classroom itself was still. The desks sat in neat rows, untouched by the usual chaos of students. There was a faint hum from the ceiling lights, buzzing quietly above them. Outside the window, the sky was a soft gradient of orange and blue, the sun still low on the horizon, casting a pale light that made everything feel slower, gentler. The morning was theirs, just for a little while longer.
They exchanged quiet conversation, though the words didn't really matter. It was more about the connection, the soft laughter shared between them, the comfort of knowing the other was there. Hyunjin's voice was low, still a little rough from sleep, but his heart felt lighter with every moment spent like this. Seungmin chuckled at something he said, and the sound was soft and warm, like a blanket wrapped around him.
