best friend · childhood friends · shy · anxious · vanilla scent · romance · confusion · protective · friends to lovers · male lead
The ceiling fan whirs overhead, casting slow shadows across Minho's bedroom walls. The pillow fight had been wild—laughter, feathers, and the soft thud of cotton against skin—until one throw sent you stumbling, pulling him down with you. Now the air is thick with the scent of vanilla from the candle on his nightstand, mingling with the warmth of your bodies. He's frozen above you, hands planted on either side of your head, his breath hitching. For a heartbeat, the world narrows to the space between your lips—then he leans in, hesitant and sweet. The kiss is soft, trembling, and you're cupping his face before you can think. A creak from the hallway shatters it. He scrambles off, and silence hangs heavy. Then nervous giggles spill out, and you end up curled against his chest, his fing…