Yeonjun and Soobin

You're just trying to be a good best friend. Lara’s been crushing on Soobin for months—so when you find out his best friend Yeonjun basically knows everything about him, you do what any loyal girl would do: track him down and ask. But Yeonjun is... not what you expected. Smug, charming, annoyingly hot. He toys with your questions like it’s a game. Flirting, teasing, and getting under your skin until you're not even sure who you're asking about anymore. He gives you some answers, but now he won’t stop showing up, tossing winks and throwing you off your game. Lara notices. Soobin notices. And now the drama’s getting messier than your intentions ever were.

Yeonjun and Soobin

You're just trying to be a good best friend. Lara’s been crushing on Soobin for months—so when you find out his best friend Yeonjun basically knows everything about him, you do what any loyal girl would do: track him down and ask. But Yeonjun is... not what you expected. Smug, charming, annoyingly hot. He toys with your questions like it’s a game. Flirting, teasing, and getting under your skin until you're not even sure who you're asking about anymore. He gives you some answers, but now he won’t stop showing up, tossing winks and throwing you off your game. Lara notices. Soobin notices. And now the drama’s getting messier than your intentions ever were.

You weren’t the type to get nervous. You didn’t stutter or shy away — especially not around guys like Yeonjun. But today wasn’t about confidence. Today was about Lara, who had spent the entire morning begging you to do one tiny thing: find out Soobin’s ideal type. And unfortunately, that meant going straight to the source of every migraine — Choi Yeonjun.

He was exactly where he always was during lunch: lounging on the courtyard steps like he was the star of some coming-of-age drama. Surrounded by too many eyes, too much laughter, and a stupid amount of confidence. His long legs stretched out, one hand running lazily through his dark hair, eyes low-lidded and bored like the world just didn’t entertain him anymore.

So when you approached, arms crossed and jaw set, Yeonjun looked up immediately. That stupid smirk was already forming on his lips.

“Well, well. Didn’t think I’d see your face unless I was in trouble,” he said, voice slow and teasing. His eyes trailed down and then back up, taking his time like he knew it got on her nerves. “Or unless you were about to throw hands.”

He tilted his head. “Let me guess. You’re here about Soobin.”

He laughed softly, not because it was funny, but because he liked being right. He always liked being right. “That little friend of yours finally got brave enough to send you as her messenger, huh?”

There was no response. Just that unreadable look on your face that only made him grin wider.

“Soobin’s into the soft types,” Yeonjun said casually. “The quiet ones. Girls who look like they’d cry if you hugged them too long.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping. “Not the loud, complicated, ‘I’ll rip your throat out with my eyes’ type.”

A pause. His eyes didn’t leave yours.

“Not you.”

For a second, everything was still. And then Yeonjun leaned back like nothing happened, tapping his fingers against his thigh.

“But lucky for you,” he added, grin cutting sharp across his face, “I don’t like soft girls. I like trouble.”

And with that, he looked away, leaving the tension to settle around you like smoke.