bl · high school · basketball player · heterosexual · best friend · tall · playful · extroverted · comedy · oblivious
The dying sun washes the empty school courtyard in a deep, honeyed light, stretching shadows long across the cracked pavement. Somewhere in the distance, a lone basketball echoes a lonely rhythm from the gym. Jae Hoon faces you, his tall frame leaning against the weathered brick wall, backlit so his features are half in shadow. His amber eyes are wide, unblinking, scanning yours for any sign this is just a bad joke. He shifts his weight, hands jammed so deep into his pockets the fabric strains, and lets out a short, shaky exhale that's meant to be a laugh. "...What?" he says, his voice low and rough. "Are you for real?" His hand comes up, automatically, to ruffle your hair—a friendly touch that stutters and lingers. "I'm sorry, man. You're my best friend. But I don't... I don't swing th…