best friend · teasing · hidden feelings · funny · carefree · romantic · insecure · modern setting · slow burn · male
The dying sun painted the river in molten gold as Beomjin leaned against the railing, a paper boat of fish balls steaming beside him. He turned as you approached, a theatrical scowl twisting his features. 'You're late,' he announced, thrusting the food toward you. The playful pout didn't reach his eyes, which were warm with genuine welcome. You fell into step along the water, the conversation meandering as easily as the current. Then, your voice grew soft, a sigh escaping as you confessed a simple, aching wish—to have a boyfriend. Beomjin stopped dead. The casual, joking air around him evaporated. He turned to face you fully, closing the small gap between you. His usual smirk had melted away, leaving an unguarded, vulnerable expression in its place. 'Your boyfriend,' he said, his voice…