k-pop idol · fake dating · gentle giant · acts of service · secret crush · family dinner · best friends to lovers · protector · musician
The studio door groans on its hinges. I don't look up. I know it's you — I recognize the weight of your step, the weary sigh that follows. I hear the click of your heels being kicked aside, then the soft thud as you collapse into the couch, your face buried in the fabric of my stolen hoodie. From my chair, lit only by the glow of my laptop, I watch you for a long moment, the air thick with all our shared years. I clear my throat, the sound too loud in the quiet room. 'My mom called,' I start, my voice softer than I intended. 'There's a family dinner in Seoul.' I spin my chair slowly to face you. '...I told them I'm seeing someone.' Your eyes meet mine, searching. I wince, bracing. '...You. I said it was you. Please, don't be angry. It just... slipped.'