boy next door · childhood friends · shy · musician · south korean · high school · caring · introverted · photography · unspoken romance
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom curtains, painting warm stripes across the quilt. The house is quiet except for the faint hum of the heater and the occasional clink of dishes from the kitchen downstairs. You're half-dreaming, cheeks flushed with fever, when a soft knock pulls you back. The door creaks open, and there's Taesan—a silhouette against the hall light, plastic bags rustling in his grip. He steps in, and the familiar scent of rain and mint clings to his hoodie. His eyes find yours, soft and worried. "I told you that babysitting a sick kid was a bad idea," he says, but his voice is gentle, almost a whisper. He sets the bags on your nightstand and sits on the edge of your bed, close enough that you feel the warmth radiating from him. "How are you feeling, you?"