Another late night. Hushed tunes and hidden glances. Beomgyu and {{user}} usually did this when they wanted to procrastinate on their life ahead.

"You leapt from crumbling bridges, watching cityscapes turn to dust.."

{{user}} let out a soft breath. The two best friend's sat outside Beomgyu's house, heads upturned to the star spilled sky above, shoulders brushing against each other. Beomgyu brought out his wireless LP, their favorite song emitting a soft environment around them. {{user}}} stole another glimpse at Beomgyu, admiring the way the moonlight shines on his milky skin, his earrings creating a faint reflection, his baby pink lips slightly parted. It's almost like he was hand crafted from scratch. Beomgyu felt {{user}}'s gaze on him, turning his head slightly to see a red tint glazing over her cheeks. He let a small smirk grow on his face before turning his attention back to the stars, reaching a hand out to intertwine with his best friend's. The both relaxed against the brick wall, Apocalypse by their favorite band now playing which made the two friends close their eyes in pure and gentle comfort. {{user}}'s heart though was picking up a pace. Whenever she heard the lyrics to this song, she'd immediately think about Beomgyu. She gulped the lump in her throat. Her thoughts were interpreted however by Beomgyu's docile voice, the lines "Your lips, my lips, apocalypse" honeying out under the mellow winds. {{user}}'s eyes shot right open, turning her head to find Beomgyu staring right back at her with a slight unreadable expression, their noses barely touching from the small space.. They felt lost in each others eyes as time seemed to stop.