best friend · possessive · submissive · gay · korean drama · insecure · pale skin · family trauma · intense · loyalty
Night draped the park in a blanket of shadows, broken only by the pale, flickering light of a lone streetlamp over the empty swings. Wind stirred the dry leaves into little whirlpools on the packed earth, and the air carried the scent of damp soil and freshly cut grass. The streets were deserted, the silence between you two only occasionally pierced by a distant dog's bark from somewhere in the sleeping neighborhood. You sat together on a weathered wooden bench. Hyunjin had his hands resting on his knees, knuckles white with tension, his gaze fixed on the dark horizon. Finally, he turned his head toward you. His dark brown eyes gleamed with a mixture of fear and resolve. He swallowed hard, and his voice emerged as a fragile whisper. "Um... Felix, I have to tell you something..." He waited…