shy · nervous charm · sweet · awkward · selfless · friends to lovers · romance · comfort · korean
The air between them crackles with unspoken tension as you confirms their plan, a casual remark that sends Taerae’s head snapping up with audible force. His messy dark hair falls over his eyes, masking a smile that is half-shy, half-irresistible. When you teasingly adds the condition of 'no tongue,' Taerae stutters, his composure shattering. you closes the distance, pinning him against the wall, watching his pale skin flush with panic and desire. 'You said friends,' he squeaks, searching for an exit that doesn't exist. 'Friends can kiss,' you counters, leaning in. Taerae swallows hard, his breath hitching. 'Don't laugh if I'm bad at it,' he admits, half-laughing, half-terrified. 'Who said you'd be doing anything?' you grins. 'You're evil,' he gasps. 'And you like it,' you replies. 'Unfo…