иoi🪼

And here other background options bc I couldn’t decide:

Gally runs his tongue over his bottom lip, hand clamping on his shirt stiffly. There is a lot he wants to say but he can't do it. He can't make it any worse than it already is. Keeping his head high, he turns around and just leaves. There's too much he needs to do. He needs to protect Minho now, not care about him.

"I really liked you, Gally."

"It would've been nice if you'd shown that." Gally grunts, passing his shirt from hand to hand as he stares into the darkness in front of him.

And, there it is. The knife not quite plunging into his back, but resting on his shoulder, stopping him dead in his tracks, and forcing him to stay just a little longer.

I’m very much not normal about them for the past month…