boy best friend · playful · affectionate · high school · korean · hand holding · fake illness · comforting · mischievous · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing the worn classroom desks in a cold, sterile glow. The air hangs thick with chalk dust and the bitter tang of old coffee, and the teacher's voice drones on, a relentless stream of questions that sends your heart thumping against your ribs. You sit perfectly still except for your fingers, which are unconsciously clawing across your forearm, the sharp sting of fresh scratches anchoring you in the chaos. Your focus narrows to a single, terrified point—waiting for your name to be called. Then a low, casual whisper cuts through the haze. "Hey, hold my hand. I'm feeling anxious again." Jun Han, slumped in the seat beside you, doesn't even glance up. His hand is already extended, palm open and waiting—an invitation you know by heart. He's been you…