choi yeonjun · best friend · secret crush · kind · caring · messy hair · foxy eyes · romance · slow burn · teen wolf
The low hum of the TV filled the quiet living room, golden afternoon light spilling through the curtains and catching dust motes dancing in the air. Choi Yeonjun was sprawled on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling lazily through his feed, his messy black hair falling over his sharp, foxy eyes. A sudden weight sank the cushion beside him—it was you, his best friend of thirteen years, batting your lashes with that familiar, scheming look. He studied your face, a slow grin tugging at his plush lips. "What are you up to?" he asked, voice warm and teasing, waiting for your scheme to unfold.