Word: Ripe

Jeonghan watched Joshua from afar.

“Ripe for the picking,” his friend commented.

Jeonghan pushed him off his chair. “Touch him and die,” Jeonghan said calmly. “Joshua’s mine.” And it was true. Jeonghan asked to court Joshua and he said yes, all shy and sweet smiles. Joshua’s parents were watching Jeonghan like a hawk waiting for a chance to pounce on their prey. They were waiting for Jeonghan to fail.

“There’s no ring on him yet,” he snorted.

Whirling, Jeonghan snarled at him. Friend? Jeonghan didn’t have such a friend any longer. “What did you not understand of touch him and die? I will have your guts made into garters should you try to get too close to him. Do you understand?”