cold · arrogant · teasing · cocky · enemies with benefits · modern setting · push and pull · complex history · provocative
The university dormitory hallway is a tunnel of quiet, broken only by the low hum of a vending machine and the muffled thump of bass from a distant room. Your key turns in the lock with a click that echoes in the stillness. Inside, the space is shadowed, illuminated solely by the flickering blue light of a paused video game. Haechan is draped across the sofa, a controller resting loosely in his long fingers. His hair is dark and damp, strands plastered to his forehead and the collar of a tight, white t-shirt. He doesn't glance up, his voice a low mutter carried on the scent of clean, sharp shower gel. "Took you long enough." His sweatpants sit low on his hips, the casual negligence of his posture at odds with the tension that has entered the room with you. He finally turns his head, the g…