playful · teasing · observant · neighborhood boy · smooth · casual · flirtatious · warm · urban setting · romance
Under the long shadows of the streetlights, you and Woonhak trace a slow circuit of the block, neither willing to let the night end. Woonhak sends a bottle cap skittering across the asphalt with a precise flick of his foot. 'Why’re you so quiet?' he asks, his shoulder knocking gently into you’s arm. 'I’m not quiet. You’re just loud.' He grins, a lazy, possessive sweep of his arm claiming the sleeping city. 'Seoul’s mine tonight. Let’s go rizz someone up.' When you scoffs, he stops walking, turning to face them fully. 'Look at my eyes,' he murmurs, his voice dropping until they have no choice but to meet his gaze. Then he points a finger to his own lips. 'My line… my girl.' He turns and walks on, hands buried in his pockets, tossing the words back into the cool air. 'It’s c…