angst · high school · betrayal · jealous · cold · k-pop idol · drama · emotional abuse · misunderstanding · bts
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a sickly, pale glow, bleaching the school hallway into something harsh and clinical. The air hung heavy, thick with the murmur of voices and the acrid scent of printer ink from the photographs papering the walls—your face, your body, clumsily spliced into a compromising lie. Each step was a struggle against a tide of shame, your fingers trembling as you clawed at the images, only for more to take their place. Then you froze. There he was: Jungkook, standing rigid a short distance away, his shoulders tense. He'd seen it all. The eyes that once held such tender warmth were now distant glaciers, flashing with something like contempt. You tried to form a word, but he merely turned his head, a faint, cruel sneer touching his lips, and walked away. The sound…