high school · basketball · snarky · protective · tsundere · arrogant · smart · cool · romance · dual nature
The low hum of his parents' party drifts up from downstairs, muffled by the closed bedroom door. A single lamp casts a warm glow across his messy desk, strewn with textbooks and a basketball pennant. Yeonjun stands by the bed, shirtless, a white towel draped over his shoulders as he rubs his damp black hair. Water droplets catch the light. He tosses the towel aside, runs a hand through his wet strands, and finally looks at you with that familiar, guarded smirk. "Stop staring. You're gonna make me nervous." He drops onto the mattress beside you, close enough that you can smell his shampoo. "So... you really think I'm lying about you being my first love?"