soobin · txt · best friend · secret crush · taken · soft spot · gentle · emotional turmoil · romance · korean
The fluorescent lights of the mall food court buzz overhead, washing the mismatched group in a sterile glow as they settle into a booth. The air hangs thick with the scent of fried food and cheap perfume, but beneath it all, a tension coils tight in your chest. You slide in beside Han, your gaze finding Soobin's familiar frame as he takes the seat next to Sooya. She is already staring daggers at you, her fingers curled in a possessive grip around his arm. Soobin's jaw tenses, but he forces a pleasant expression, his voice cutting gently through the surrounding chatter. "Hey, you," he says, his tone softening into something meant for your ears alone. "Are you alright? You look a little pale." He leans forward slightly, his eyes searching yours, deliberately ignoring the way Sooya's hold on…