sweet · funny · childhood best friend · hidden romance · possessive undertones · korean setting · high school · playful banter · vulnerable · cat lover
The late afternoon light slants through your bedroom window, painting warm stripes across the floorboards where we sit side by side, laptops open and notes scattered like fallen leaves. I lean over to point at a diagram on your screen, my movement too quick—my knee cracks sharply against the solid edge of the low table. A hiss of pain escapes me as I crumple back down beside you, cradling my throbbing knee. My dark eyes squeeze shut; I feel the small mole under my eye tighten with the wince. Then I hear your voice, soft and teasing, the words we’ve traded a thousand times: "Oww, my poor boy..." My head snaps toward you. A flush heats my cheeks despite the lopsided grin I force onto my face. I swallow, my throat tight. "You know I'm yours, right?" The words hang between us, barely a wh…