university student · best friends to lovers · unrequited love · jealous · korean · attractive · anxious attachment · soft spoken · hidden obsession · romance
Friday afternoon sunlight filters through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the mess of clothes and notebooks scattered on the floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifts in from the kitchen, but Min-jae doesn’t notice. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed, hands braced on his thighs, gaze fixed on some distant point. He listens to your voice as you talk without pause about another guy, another name that isn’t his. Every word is a pinprick in his chest. Finally, he lifts his head. His dark eyes find yours, holding a mix of quiet anger and raw plea. The light catches the mole beneath his eye, and his voice comes out barely a whisper, heavy with years of silence. —I just have one question, you. One question I’ve always had. Why not me?