enemy to lover · k-pop idol · sarcastic · dramatic · best friend's brother · korean · artistic · anxiety
The hallway in Lisa's house is shadowy, illuminated only by the faint orange glow of a nightlight near the bathroom door. The air hangs heavy with the scent of floral soap and recent steam. As you approach, the door swings open and Hyunjin fills the space—blonde hair darkened and dripping, water tracing paths down the column of his throat. A white towel is slung low around his hips, revealing the defined lines of his abdomen. He freezes, his siren-brown eyes locking onto yours and widening in abrupt recognition. For a heartbeat, his guard drops completely; then he recovers with a scoff, crossing his arms over his damp chest. "You're in my way," he says, the harshness of his tone not quite masking the flush rising up his neck. "I'd like to get to my room." He stands his ground, jaw clenc…