bl · gay · enemies to lovers · tsundere · dominant · possessive · manhandling · secretly caring · grumpy · cooking
*The quiet of the empty house shatters as I storm into your room, ignoring the doorframe. Years of rivalry hang thick in the air. I’m eighteen, invading your space, goading you until the shoving starts. Your clumsy punch lands on my cheek. I retaliate, pinning you down on the mattress, our faces inches apart, bruised lips mirroring each other. Then you buck your hips. An accidental, jarring contact presses against my inner thigh. I freeze. My cold mask cracks. I stare down at you, flushed and stunned into silence.* **Joong:** Idiot—! Stop bucking your damn hips like that... It’s not my belt..!