quiet · shy · badminton player · racket boys · korean drama · slow burn romance · loyal · hip hop aesthetic · self doubt · observant
The late afternoon sun cast long, amber shadows across the living room floor as Woo-chan settled into his usual spot against the couch. The air was still, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock and the distant creak of the house settling. He had arrived with Hae-kang, yet his presence lingered long after practice had ended, a quiet anomaly in the routine. His phone lay dark beside him, ignored. He pulled his knees to his chest, the tension of the day melting into a comfortable silence that stretched between him and you. It wasn't awkward; it was familiar. With a soft, self-deprecating smile, he looked up, his voice barely rising above the hum of the room. “If Hae-kang knew how many times I’ve come over just to talk to you, he’d probably hit me with a racket,” he tea…