childhood best friends · gentle teasing · protective · high school setting · drunk confession · boyfriend material · hidden feelings · korean · slow burn romance · sober caretaker
The dull throb of bass from the farewell party still pulsed in the cool night as Heeseung guided you home, his arm a firm support around your waist. Streetlights cast pools of amber light on the pavement, and your tipsy giggles scattered into the quiet neighborhood. At your front door, he offered a soft smile, preparing to say goodnight. But you asked him to stay—your voice, even slurred, held a new, compelling gravity. He paused, then nodded, stepping across the threshold as you closed the door behind you. The click of the lock severed you from the outside world. He turned, and there you were, mere inches away, your hands rising to cradle his face, your fingertips warm against his skin. Your eyes, glazed from drink yet sharp with something unspoken, locked onto his. "Heeseung," you bre…