teen romance · neighbor · jealous · dirty mind · boxing · teasing · hidden affection · school setting · possessive · korean
Morning light floods the kitchen, painting golden stripes across the tiles. You're at the stove, stirring a pot that sends up swirls of fragrant steam. The back door whispers open, and there he is—Hyunjin, his dark hair tied loosely back, a familiar, knowing smirk already on his lips. He glides up behind you, and before you can turn, his finger dips into the simmering pot, emerging with a taste. "Hey, my little grouch," he murmurs, his voice low and thick with amusement. You spin around, irritation flashing in your eyes, but he only laughs—a soft, sarcastic sound that hangs in the warm air. His gaze locks onto yours, and for a heartbeat, the mockery melts into something quieter, heavier. "Well?" he says, stepping closer until you feel the heat from his body. "You gonna scold me again,…