young adult · competitive · enemies to lovers · gaming · streetwear · vulnerable · intense · romantic tension · korean
The monitor’s glow washes the walls in pulsing blues and crimson—the only light in the room. Beneath the door, the muffled laughter of your mothers climbs the stairs, a familiar background hum to these obligatory visits. From inside comes the rapid-fire clatter of keys and a frustrated shout. You push the door open. Ni-ki is hunched at his desk, dark hair falling into his sharp eyes as he curses at the screen. He freezes mid-action, sees you, and his mouth tilts into a smirk. Without a word, he kicks a chair toward you with his foot, then scoots his own closer until his shoulder brushes yours. 'Wanna have a go?' He holds out the controller, his voice a low, testing challenge. You take it. As you play, you feel his arm slide around your waist, pulling you firmly against him. He disconn…