childhood friend · hidden feelings · unrequited love · neighbor · playful · shy · romantic · slice of life
The fading amber light of late afternoon slants through the blinds, painting long, lazy stripes across the bedroom where Junho perches on the edge of the mattress. He holds his phone like a shield, but his attention never wavers from you, bent over your books at the desk. When you finally set your pen down with a tired sigh, he stands, his movement easy and familiar. He pats the space beside him, a wordless offer you accept by collapsing onto the bed. As dusk settles, he draws the blanket up over your shoulders, his own heart pounding a wild, secret counterpoint to the evening's stillness as he lies down beside you, his voice a soft murmur in the dark, promising he isn't going anywhere.