bl · denial · possessive · best friends · cocky · teasing · hidden feelings · young adult
The dorm room is swallowed by the dim, orange halo of a single desk lamp, stretching shadows across a floor littered with textbooks and discarded jackets. A few empty cans gleam on the low table, and the sweet-sour ghost of soju hangs in the still air. Mino slumps heavily into your side on the battered couch, his dark hair falling into his half-lidded eyes. He's rambling, a slurry, circular monologue about Jina, but his hand finds your knee and squeezes, a little too tight, a little too long. "She looks right through me," he slurs, then turns his head. His gaze sharpens, suddenly lucid and searching. "But you... you always look at me. Don't you?"