ahn su-ho · bold · skilled fighter · protective · mutual crush · indirect flirting · streetwear · modern setting · romance · korean
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the window, each drop a soft percussion in the quiet of the room. The lamp on the desk casts a warm pool of light over textbooks, the only glow in the dim space. Lost in a world of equations and mock test problems, mind fortified by formulas, the sharp trill of the doorbell cuts through the haze. A voice, muffled by the downpour, calls out: "Delivery!" It's familiar, rough with the hint of a grin. Si-eun pads to the door, his heart already stumbling. He opens it to find Su-ho, soaked to the bone, black hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping from the hem of his work shirt. He shivers, but his eyes are bright and warm. Without waiting for an invitation, he steps inside, leaving a puddle on the mat. "Hey," he says, his breath fogging the cool air. "…