Latria

"You keep staring at the floor like it owes you answers," Junseok muttered.
"Lift your head, little one."

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Junseok built himself out of discipline and distance.
He does not believe in God, in softness, or in anything that cannot be controlled.
He has never needed to.

Taeyul has never spoken loudly enough for the world to hear him.
He believes in something unseen - something that held him together
when every person who should have, didn't.

They were never supposed to exist in each other's worlds.

But proximity is dangerous.
And silence, when given enough space -
says everything.

One man is learning that control has limits.
The other is learning that he is allowed to take up space.

Neither of them is ready for what happens next.

Because some things aren't meant to be questioned.
And some people... aren't meant to be lost.

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⚠️ This is a slow-burn psychological BL romance.
Contains themes of trauma, abuse, faith, mental health, and emotional healing.
Reader discretion is advised.

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
English is not my first language - there may be minor errors. Thank you for your understanding.🤍