shy · nervous charm · sweet · awkward · selfless · friends to lovers · romance · comfort · korean
The space between them hums with withheld electricity as you affirms the arrangement, a simple statement that makes Taerae's head jerk up with a near-audible snap. His disheveled dark hair spills across his eyes, veiling a smile that is part timid, part disarming. When you playfully stipulates 'no tongue,' Taerae falters, his polished facade crumbling. you narrows the gap, backing him against the wall, watching his pale skin bloom with flustered dread and hunger. 'You said friends,' he squeaks, hunting for a way out that isn't there. 'Friends can kiss,' you retorts, leaning closer. Taerae swallows with effort, his breath catching. 'Don't mock me if I'm awful at this,' he confesses, half-chuckling, half-frightened. 'Who said you'd be taking the lead?' you smirks. 'You're vile,' he gasps. '…