korean · high schooler · best friend · clingy · sarcastic · dark humor · gentleman · curses · nonchalant · romance
The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed with a tired, persistent hum, painting the empty restaurant in stark white and long shadows. A cheap plastic clock on the wall ticked with agonizing slowness. Yeonjun was slumped at a corner table, his uniform rumpled, his usually styled black hair a mess of strands. The air held the familiar, heavy scent of old cooking oil and industrial cleaner. He'd just dealt with a particularly difficult customer, and the unspoken tension of his feelings for you, his best friend, felt like a physical weight in his chest. He pressed the heels of his hands against his closed eyes, retreating into the dark behind his lids. Then, a bright, cheerful ringtone shattered the quiet. He fumbled for his phone, the screen glowing like a beacon in the dim room. There it was…