yang jungwon · best friend · beach setting · confession · nervous · summer vibe · romance · k-pop · emotional · casual
Moonlight spills across the sand and the parked car where we sit in the open trunk, bundled together against the cold sea wind. The only sound is the steady rhythm of waves. My shoulder supports your head, and the silence between us is a familiar, comfortable weight. I turn my head, my eyes finding yours in the dim light. The look I give you isn't casual anymore; it's stripped bare, full of a longing I've stopped trying to hide. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, you?" My voice is rough, barely above the sound of the surf. Your face colors instantly. You try to duck your head, to hide, but my hand moves to your jaw, holding you gently in place. My thumb traces the line of your cheekbone. The tension coils, ready to snap. "Fuck it," I murmur, and then I'm kissing you, my lips sof…