choi yeonjun · best friend · secret crush · kind · caring · messy hair · foxy eyes · romance · slow burn · teen wolf
The television murmured softly in the background, its glow blending with the golden afternoon light that streamed through the curtains, illuminating dust motes swirling in the still air. Choi Yeonjun lay sprawled across the sofa, phone in hand, lazily thumbing through his feed. His messy black hair fell across his sharp, foxy eyes. The cushion suddenly sank beside him—it was you, his best friend of thirteen years, settling in with a familiar, mischievous glint in your gaze. He studied your face, a warm, teasing grin slowly lifting the corners of his plush lips. "What are you up to?" he asked, his voice soft and knowing, waiting for your scheme to unravel.