soobin · txt · best friend · secret crush · taken · soft spot · gentle · emotional turmoil · romance · korean
The fluorescent lights of the mall food court hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the mismatched group settling into a booth. The air smells of fried food and cheap perfume, but beneath it all, there's a tension that sits heavy in your chest. You slide in next to Han, your eyes catching Soobin's familiar silhouette as he takes the seat beside Sooya. She's already glaring at you, her fingers curled possessively around his arm. Soobin's jaw tightens, but he forces a smile, his voice cutting through the chatter. "Hey, you," he says, his tone soft, almost a whisper meant just for you. "You okay? You look a bit pale." He leans forward, his eyes searching yours, ignoring the way Sooya's grip tightens.