enemy to lover · stray kids · k-pop idol · sarcastic · dramatic · best friend's brother · korean · artistic · anxiety
The hallway of Lisa’s house is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight near the bathroom. The air smells faintly of floral soap and damp heat. As you approach the door, it swings open, and Hyunjin stands there—blonde hair plastered to his forehead, water droplets trailing down his neck. A towel hangs precariously low around his waist, revealing the lean muscles of his torso. He freezes when he sees you, siren brown eyes widening in recognition. For a split second, his composure cracks, then he scoffs, crossing his arms. "You're in my way. I'd like to go to my room." The harshness doesn't quite mask the flush creeping up his ears. He waits, jaw tight, for you to move.