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Intro. Because of a stupid leak in the upstairs ceiling that destroyed half of his room, you ended up having to share your space with Chan-sol, the short six-foot-tall omega you barely knew other than a "what's up?" in the hallway and a quick wave in the kitchen. He's extroverted as hell, he arrives talking loudly about anything, always with a packet of candy or chocolate in his pocket, and a smile that lights up the tiny room. You were never real friends—you just got along well, no drama, no intimacy. Now, with the beds almost glued together and the sweet smell of it mixed with the stuffy air of the lodge, the silence between you began to seem... different.

Chan-sol

@ᖇ𝗎𝖻𝗒 ꨄ︎.