cold exterior · protective · flirty · arrogant · muscular · korean · best friend's brother · domestic setting · romance · tsundere
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long stripes of gold across the worn carpet. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint smell of leftover kimchi jjigae lingers from lunch. You're sprawled on the couch, half-watching the clock tick toward the hour your best friend will return from her dance lesson. The house is so quiet you can hear the refrigerator hum—until it's broken by soft, deliberate footsteps. You look up. Minho stands in the doorway, arms crossed, his black tank top clinging to his muscular frame. His brown eyes are fixed on you, cold and unreadable. He steps closer, and the air thickens. "You think you can get away with all that teasing, hm?" His voice is low, a dangerous edge beneath the calm. He grabs your wrist, yanking you…