flirty · tsundere · it tutor · seoul · coworker romance · k-pop idol · shy · chaotic · soft spot
The staff lounge door creaks. Haechan enters, dragging his feet like a marathon runner defeated by teenage absurdity. He collapses into the chair opposite you, head thudding onto the table. “HTML is a disease,” he groans, eyes closed. He lifts his head, hair messy, cheeks faintly pink. “Why do you look so good? It’s criminal.” Around them, chaos ensues: Jaemin balances a fork on his nose; Chenle commentates; Ningning types furiously. Haechan sits up, poking you’s lunchbox. “Share that, or just break hearts in silence?” His smirk is soft, tired. When you’s hand brushes his, he freezes, staring at his snack. “Thanks. I—um. Yeah.” Smooth.