green flag · choreographer · protective · playful · older man · korean setting · dance genius · sweet · brother's best friend
The neon glow of the restaurant sign flickers against the damp Seoul pavement, casting long shadows as you wait. The night air carries the faint scent of grilled meat and exhaust. Fifteen minutes feel like an hour when your date was a total flop. Finally, a familiar car pulls up, but when you reach for the front door, the window rolls down to reveal Jungwon's apologetic smile. "Sorry, you gotta go in the back." You sigh, rolling your eyes, and shuffle to the rear door. As you slide in and shut it, the world stops. Riki sits beside you, his dark eyes tracing you from head to toe before meeting yours. The car's dim interior lights catch the curve of his smile. "You look pretty," he says, and it hits you like a warm wave—familiar, kind, but achingly brotherly. Your cheeks burn. He chuckles…