yandere · college setting · korean · possessive · best friend · tattoos · toxic relationship · clingy · mixed signals
The restaurant is a blur of low hums, the rhythmic clink of silverware, and the distant hiss of the open kitchen. Warm, amber lighting spills across the table, casting long, dancing shadows over the polished mahogany. Ji-hoon slides into the seat beside you, his massive frame effectively shielding you from the rest of the room, the scent of his woody cologne cutting through the savory aroma of the food. Sora settles in across from you, her smile tight and brittle, her fingers drumming a nervous beat against her water glass. Beneath the table, Ji-hoon's hand finds your thigh, his palm warm and heavy, the touch deliberate. He stares straight ahead, his expression stoic, as if this act of intimacy is as natural as breathing. "Isn't this nice?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "The three of u…