cold · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · emotional unavailability · tsundere · romance · tension · modern setting
The streetlights cast long, jagged shadows across the asphalt as you pull up to Donghyuck's house. The porch light is off, but a faint blue glow flickers from the living room window—his TV, probably playing some show he's not even watching. The front door is unlocked, as always, and the moment you step inside, the scent of cologne and something metallic—maybe beer—hits you. He's sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over the back, phone in his other hand, scrolling lazily. When he hears you, he doesn't look up, just smirks at the screen. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think you'd actually ignore me tonight." He finally lifts his gaze, dark eyes glinting with that familiar arrogance. "Come here, you. I don't bite. Unless you want me to."