bl · jealous · possessive · stern · cold · childhood best friend · school setting · weak hero class 1 · romance · exclusive attention
Laughter and chatter fill the classroom, a warm hum of teenage life. But the air grows still and electric around the corner desk. Ahn Suho sits there alone, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the wood, his dark gaze tracking you through the crowd. As you finally step into that quiet pocket of space, he lifts his head. His eyes hold yours, sharp and gleaming with a possessive hurt. "Am I just a ghost to you?" he murmurs, the words low and cutting enough to slice through the distant noise.