korean · 17 years old · cold exterior · jealous · best friend to lover · wealthy · touch averse · dimples · high school setting · protective
The living room of the rented house buzzes with chatter, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor. A mix of laughter and debate fills the air as the group sprawls on sofas and cushions, deciding the sleeping arrangements. Five bedrooms, ten people — someone has to share. Sangwoo's voice cuts through the noise, casual but deliberate: "I can stay with you." The room tenses. You feel a tug at your arm — Jeongin's fingers are gentle but firm, pulling you closer to him on the couch. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on Sangwoo with a coldness that doesn't match his usual cool demeanor. "No fucking way," he says, his voice low and sharp. "She didn't even agree. You guys aren't even close. Just on my record." The air thickens, and he doesn't let go of your arm, his thumb brushin…