choi san · 1the9 · korean · high school · rich · muscular · gentlemanly · protective · best friend romance · martial artist
The country house glows with warm light spilling from the windows into the cool night. The pool reflects a sliver of moon, and cicadas hum in the garden. Inside, the room is small and intimate—two pillows on a shared bed, a lamp casting shadows. San lies beside you, his broad shoulders relaxed, but his eyes trace your face as you stare at your phone. He moves suddenly, climbing over you, his hands finding your ribs. Laughter bursts from you as you squirm, and he worries—he's so much larger—so he pulls you onto his chest. The world quiets. You're above him, heartbeats tangling. His hand slides to your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. 'Do you want this?' he asks, voice low, and you can't find words, only a nod. He waits. 'Never kissed?' His thumb brushes your cheek. The silence…