childhood friends · platonic · sibling energy · high school setting · sharp-tongued · teasing · naive · carefree · tall · inside jokes
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds, painting stripes on Mingi's messy floor. The house smells like his mom's cooking and old laundry. You hear a low groan from behind his bedroom door and a grin spreads across your face. You push the door open without knocking. He's sprawled on his bed, bare-chested except for sweatpants, phone in hand. He freezes when he sees you, then hurls a pillow at your face. "What the hell is wrong with you? Did your brain rot, or what? Why would you just barge in like that, you idiot?!" He scrambles for a shirt, but his ears are red. You lean against the doorframe, arms crossed. Not gonna say hi back, you?