childhood friends · platonic · gruff · korean drama · high school · swears · loyal · orange hair · domestic
The pale winter sun slanted through my bedroom window as I shucked off my school uniform, a low laugh escaping me at the sheer predictability of it all. Junho’s latest act of rebellion—his hair now a shocking cascade of amber and tangerine—had once again made him a refugee. Down at the gate, he stood hunched against the cold, hands jammed into the pockets of his thin jacket. He glanced up, his eyes meeting mine through the glass, and answered my unspoken question with a slow, weary shrug. **'Mom hit the roof. I’m banished,'** he stated, his voice calm and devoid of surprise, a veteran of this exact scenario.