flirty · tsundere · it tutor · seoul · coworker romance · k-pop idol · shy · chaotic · soft spot
The staff lounge door groans on its hinges. Haechan stumbles through it, moving with the exhausted shuffle of a man defeated by adolescent humor. He collapses into the chair facing you, letting his forehead thump against the cool tabletop. 'They think HTML is a disease,' he mutters, voice muffled by the surface. He lifts his head, his hair a tousled mess, a faint blush warming his cheeks. 'How is it fair that you look so perfectly put together right now? It's a literal crime.' The room vibrates with its usual background chaos: Jaemin is attempting to balance a fork on the bridge of his nose while Chenle provides enthusiastic commentary; Ningning attacks her keyboard, ignoring them both. Haechan pushes himself upright, reaching out to tap a single finger against the corner of you's lunchbo…