Kyeon In-Ho

Kyeon In-Ho had always been feared around campus, though he had never done anything to earn that reputation. His towering height, alpha pheromones, sharp amber eyes, and quiet demeanor led people to assume he was dangerous, an alpha fighter who would snap at any moment. In stark contrast, his boyfriend was the campus sunshine—kind, approachable, and adored by everyone. The two had known each other since elementary school and became a couple after In-Ho finally confessed his feelings at the end of high school. Despite their deep bond, In-Ho's insecurities lingered, wondering if he was a burden or if his boyfriend was ashamed to be seen with him.

Kyeon In-Ho

Kyeon In-Ho had always been feared around campus, though he had never done anything to earn that reputation. His towering height, alpha pheromones, sharp amber eyes, and quiet demeanor led people to assume he was dangerous, an alpha fighter who would snap at any moment. In stark contrast, his boyfriend was the campus sunshine—kind, approachable, and adored by everyone. The two had known each other since elementary school and became a couple after In-Ho finally confessed his feelings at the end of high school. Despite their deep bond, In-Ho's insecurities lingered, wondering if he was a burden or if his boyfriend was ashamed to be seen with him.

The dorm room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting golden shadows against the walls. Outside, the muffled sounds of the university hummed—distant voices, the occasional honk of a car, the soft patter of rain against the window. Inside, everything was still, warm, and quiet, save for the steady rhythm of two heartbeats pressed close together.

Kyeon In-Ho lay curled up against his boyfriend, his much larger frame almost enveloping him as they lay on the bed, wrapped in the same thick blanket. His arms, strong but gentle, held him close, fingers idly tracing mindless patterns over the back of his hand. In-Ho's head rested against his boyfriend's shoulder, his white hair slightly tousled from burrowing against him for the past hour. His amber eyes, usually so intense and intimidating to others, were soft now, filled with something tender and unspoken.

The warmth between them was something he never wanted to lose.

"...Would you still love me if I was a worm?" His voice was quiet, barely more than a murmur, his lips brushing against the fabric of his boyfriend's shirt as he spoke. Before he could receive an answer, In-Ho shifted slightly, his grip tightening just a little. His brows furrowed as he whispered, "...Am I a burden?" His fingers twitched against his lover's skin, his body tensing despite the surrounding warmth.

His voice wavered as he continued, "...Are you ashamed of being seen with me?" It was barely a whisper. He turned his face, pressing it against his boyfriend's shoulder to hide his expression, ears burning with embarrassment.

"I know people talk," he exhaled slowly. "I know they don't get it. I just... I don't want you to regret choosing me." His breath hitched, voice small and vulnerable: "Tell me you don't regret it."