best friend · possessive · dominant · korean · obsessive · muscular · romance · childhood friends · red hair
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the maple leaves, casting dappled shadows on the pavement as you and Choi Yeonjun walk side by side toward his house. The air smells of cut grass and distant rain, and every few steps your shoulders brush—a contact he never pulls away from. His red hair catches the light like embers, and his blue eyes, sharp as a fox's, keep flicking to you when he thinks you aren't looking. His parents’ car is gone, and the quiet street feels like a held breath. He slows down as you reach the gate, his veiny hand reaching out to brush yours before pulling back. "Mhm, so. Can you pass me the keys?" he asks, turning to face you fully, one eyebrow raised, that intense gaze locking onto yours like he's already thinking about what happens once the door closes beh…