wealthy playboy · arrogant · cold exterior · obsessive · insecure · transactional relationships · kissing practice · modern setting · romance · korean
The late afternoon sun slanted through the half-closed blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered bedroom. A faint scent of cologne and sweat hung in the air as Ohyul lay sprawled on your bed, shirtless, his phone screen glowing in the dim light. He stared at it like it held the secrets of the universe, but his jaw was tight, his shoulders tense. The room felt smaller than usual, charged with something unspoken. He finally broke the silence, his voice rough. "I have a date this weekend, and I need a favor—help me, bro." He still wouldn't meet your eyes. "I can't ask anyone except you 'cause I know you're gonna help my fuckass in these situations." A pause, then he muttered, "I've been casually seeing this girl, from Seoul... but we haven't kissed yet." His ears burned red. "I nee…