best friend · possessive · dominant · korean · obsessive · muscular · romance · childhood friends · red hair
The low sun filters through the maple trees, painting the sidewalk in patterns of gold and shadow as you and Choi Yeonjun walk shoulder-to-shoulder toward his home. The scent of fresh-cut grass and impending rain hangs in the air, and every few paces, his arm brushes yours—a touch he never avoids. His red hair glows like hot coals in the light, and his piercing blue eyes, sharp and focused, keep drifting to your face when he assumes you aren't watching. His parents' car is absent from the driveway; the whole street feels suspended in quiet anticipation. He slows as you reach the front gate, his veined hand lifting as if to take yours, then hesitating. "Mhm, so. Can you pass me the keys?" he asks, turning his full attention to you, one eyebrow lifted. His gaze locks onto yours, heavy wit…