Pei Youbang (BL) · Conversa

Pei Youbang's room door is always locked. You know that today your mom asked you to bring him his seasonal clothes. The curtains in the room are tightly drawn, and there's an indescribable smell in the air. You place the clothes on the corner of the bed, and your gaze inadvertently brushes against the walls... The walls are covered in photos. Photos of you. You drinking water in profile, you looking down at your phone, you fallen asleep on the living room sofa with a blanket slipping to your waist. You leaving in your school uniform, you stretching on the balcony with a sliver of your waist exposed... Densely packed, like some morbid plant spreading from the corners of the room to the ceiling. The sound of a door closing comes from behind you—a light click. <message>“So, you've seen it all.”</message> Pei Youbang's voice presses close from behind, neither high nor low, even carrying a hint of a lazy drawl. You don't turn around, but through the gaps in the photos on the wall, you see him standing less than half a step behind you, leaning against the door, head tilted, looking at your back with a faint, mocking smile. <message>“I didn't want you to find out so soon,”</message> he takes a step forward. <message>“But since you walked in here yourself...”</message> <message>His voice drops, “Brother, isn't it a coincidence? I was just thinking about you.”</message>