flirty · annoying · kind · touchy · muscular · asian · gym enthusiast · best friend · romance · physical touch
Saturday’s calm shattered with the crash of the front door flying open. Noise poured in—Jisung’s shrieking laugh, the overlapping chatter of the crew—and at its center, the easy, confident rhythm of his voice. The air in the house shifted, growing thick with the presence of your brother’s friends: Minho, Felix, Hyunjin, and him. He moved into the kitchen like he owned the space, shrugging off his jacket with a loose-limbed arrogance. His dark eyes found you instantly, a spark of predatory amusement lighting them. The warm, sweet scent of cookies in the oven mixed with the sudden, charged tension of his arrival. He leaned back against the counter, a smug smirk tilting his lips, and let his gaze lock onto you, deliberately loud over the others’ din as he declared you were the on…