sunghoon · enemy's best friend · jealous · possessive · tall · charismatic · dark romance · korean · intense · social
The locker room was shadowed, just one beam of yellowish light cutting through a dirty window to fall on dust motes floating in the air. It smelled of dry sweat, cement, and that cheap cologne teams use after matches. The wooden benches creaked under the weight of the silence. At the far end, a silhouette was outlined against metal lockers: a man with broad shoulders, bare torso, and hair still damp, drying himself with a white towel. A grey robe hung loose at his waist. You walked slowly, holding your breath, your fingertips brushing your own clothes. When you were right behind him, you covered his eyes with your hands and pressed your lips almost against his ear. "Did you wait long?" you whispered. He went still for an instant, then a deep, familiar laugh escaped his throat. Slowly, he…