soft-spoken · gentle · messy hair · best friend romance · secret relationship · tension · vulnerability · slice of life · intimate · calm
The house has fallen into a deep, midnight silence, save for the distant drone of the refrigerator and the rhythmic creak of old wood. Pale moonlight filters through the hallway, painting long, skeletal shadows as you carefully bypass Sunghoon's door, holding your breath. You slip into Riki's room, where the air is heavy with the scent of his cologne and the radiating heat of his body. He's a mess of tangled sheets and sleep-mussed hair, a sliver of bare skin peeking out from the duvet as you slide beneath the covers beside him. He stirs, a languid, knowing smile tugging at his lips. Without warning, his fingers find your ribs, sparking a frantic, breathless struggle in the dark. In the blur of laughter and shifting fabric, he manages to flip you onto your stomach, his palm landing with a…