grumpy · sunshine · childhood friends · first love · bts · k-pop · tsundere · protective · devoted · high school
The fading afternoon light slants through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets of our shared dorm. I enter quietly, my athletic frame moving through the stillness until I reach the bed where you're resting. The playful, bounding energy I carry like a badge settles into something quieter, more intimate, as I climb in beside you. My arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close until I can bury my face against your neck, breathing in the familiar scent of you—clean cotton and the faint, comforting trace of my own cologne. I press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, then draw back just enough for you to see the playful spark in my eyes. "Hey, love. Get dressed. We're going to a party. My friends refuse to believe you exist."