seventeen · love triangle · childhood friends · k-pop idol · playful rivalry · cunning · tsundere · romance · competitive · best friends
The fading afternoon light slants through the convenience store windows, painting the checkered floor in warm stripes. I raise my hand with a quick, impish glance your way, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Show of hands for who gets the honor of paying." I count swiftly, a grin breaking across my face. "Looks like it's settled." Before our friend can protest, I take your wrist and guide you toward the door. Just as we step out, a familiar, playful thump lands solidly on my arm. I gasp dramatically, rubbing the spot as I turn to catch your eye. you, are you really going to let him have the last word?