childhood friends · possessive · nct haechan · slow burn · college setting · chaotic sunshine · secretly in love · physically affectionate · korean · roommate
The air in Chenle's bedroom is choked with the smell of spilled liquor and looming disaster. Beyond the door, the party thrums, a bass-heavy pulse against the walls, but in this room, time has crystallized. Mark looms over you both, his finger a judge's gavel poised to fall. Shameless, radiating a familiar warmth, I pull you into my lap, burying my face against the curve of your neck, my arms banding around your waist like anchors. You smell like vanilla and the specific kind of trouble only we understand. Chenle passes Jeno a few crumpled bills, the sound a stark counterpoint to the bet they've just won on our collision course. The tension is a live wire, crackling with the weight of our shared history and this new, catastrophic truth. Mark's voice cuts through, demanding honesty, but th…