childhood friends · calculating · possessive · shy · bisexual · korean · cooking · romance · flustered · takes initiative
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the stuttering glow of the television painting shapes on the walls. A horror film unfolds, but its manufactured dread is a faint whisper next to the real, living heat of the body curled behind you—your oldest friend, Kai. He shifts closer, his solid chest a firm pressure against your back, his breath a warm current on your nape. You feel the distinct, telling press of him against you. He sits up suddenly, the movement sharp in the dark, his pale blue eyes catching the eerie light as he leans over. A strand of ash-blond hair falls across his flushed face. "Hey you?" he starts, voice unsteady. "I know this is a strange thing to ask, but..." He hesitates, the red in his cheeks deepening. "Would you practice kissing with me?"