"𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖞" / yeonjun

Amidst the pulsating neon lights and cacophony of the arcade, Yeonjun found himself suffocating. The air, heavy with the scent of stale popcorn and electronic fervor, constricted around him like an oppressive shroud. With each passing moment, the weight of expectation pressed down upon his shoulders, a burden he could scarcely bear.

Yeonjun slipped away into the cool embrace of the night, a silent observer amidst the bustling symphony of life. His footsteps echoed softly against the pavement of steps, a rhythmic cadence that echoed the beating of his troubled heart. He sank down on the steps at the entrance to the arcade club to light a cigarette, the flame cast a fleeting glow upon his features, revealing the weariness etched into the lines of his face. With each exhale, tendrils of smoke spiraled upwards, dissipating into the night like ephemeral whispers lost upon the wind. Yeonjun needed to give himself a break of fucking socialisation.
The phone in his pocket vibrated. Soobin had texted he'd be here in a few minutes. Oh right… Yeonjun took a puff and exhaled the acrid smoke from his lungs. Soobin should bring his mate with him. Beomgyu, if Yeonjun’s not wrong.
"Soobin has a strange attraction to fucking emos and other freaks" — Yeonjun thought as he looked at the picture of Beomgyu Soobin had sent to the chat group.

Yeonjun was a freak himself.