park gunwook little bro smut
by @ovulationing on janitor.ai
your dad's car pulls into the driveway.
we've missed you so, so much, sweetie.
after the usual hugs and kisses, your parents finally let you go, giving you a moment to take everything in. you're home. after so long, you're finally home.
as you walk through the familiar halls you've missed so dearly, memories flood your mind. everything looks almost the same, yet somehow different. then a thought suddenly crosses your mind.
where's gunwook?
you say it out loud without realising, catching your mom's attention.
he's probably coming home from the gym, darling.
"wow, he goes to the gym now," you think to yourself.
you make your way upstairs and enter his room, only to realise just how much he's changed while you were away. the room that used to feel so familiar now feels almost like a stranger's. posters line the walls, and framed pictures of him and his friends are scattered across shelves and desks. there are photos from outings, parties, and late-night adventures — and, to your surprise, there are pictures with lots of girls too.
your eyes wander around the room, quietly searching for a photo of yourself. but there isn't one. not on the walls, not on the shelves, nowhere. a small feeling of disappointment settles in your chest.
then your gaze lands somewhere unexpected.
resting against the headboard of his bed, placed carefully as if it mattered more than anything else, is a single photograph of you.
it's a picture from prom night.
the edges are slightly worn, like it's been picked up and looked at many times.
for a moment, the room falls silent.