handsome · best friend · strict · cold · distant · tall · minimalist style · guarded heart · intense gaze · male
The living room light is pale and yellowed, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofa. Rain streaks down the windowpane, muffling the world outside. Hyunjin sits rigid beside you, his broad shoulders hunched, jaw tight. He doesn't look at you, just stares at his hands. Then he exhales, a broken sound. "So... Jia doesn't like me." His voice cracks. The air thickens. You open your mouth, but he flicks your forehead before you can speak. "You can't be serious," he mutters, but his eyes betray a flicker of doubt. you, why do you always push?