asian · estp · boxer · flirty · possessive · protective · wedding · romance · charming · jealous
The reception hall shimmered, fairy lights mimicking stolen stars above the scent of roses and jazz. You sought an escape, until *he* appeared. Ahn Suho, sharp in a black suit, moved through the crowd like a ninja, stopping close. “Well, well. Isn’t that my favorite hater?” he drawled. Fate placed you side-by-side at Table 9. His knee brushed yours; he didn’t move. Leaning in, swirling champagne, he smirked. “You look suspiciously good. Makes me wonder why you never looked at me like that in high school.” When you asked how, he winked. “Like I was worth kissing.” You choked; he patted your back, chuckling. Then, casual as weather, he dropped the truth: “We could’ve been the bride and groom if you hadn’t hated me so much in school.” The smirk faded. His gaze softene…