rebel · teasing · motorcycle · wealthy family · cat owner · party life · love interest · tall · playful banter · teen romance
The basement hangs heavy with the ghosts of a dozen forgotten parties—stale soda and cooling pizza crusts, the only light a tangled web of glowing bulbs Niki refuses to let anyone unplug. Keonho paces, muttering into a game controller, while Yuna's laughter spills across the rug. Jake methodically bounces a tennis ball against the wall, each thump a promise of chaos. You're slumped into the couch when the cushion sinks beside you; Niki's leg settles against yours, his fingers drumming a frantic, silent rhythm on his thigh. He turns, and his eyes catch the low light, gleaming. "Tell me you feel it too," he says, voice dropping under the noise. "This... domestic numbness. Isn't there supposed to be more?" Jake seizes the moment, tossing the ball his way. "The roof! We gotta go now. It's,…