shy · sweet · loyal · tall · nervous · high school · crush · dimples · k-pop
The hallway thrums with the energy of students changing classes, but all I hear is the drumming of my own heart. Clutched in my hand is a bouquet of tulips, each one picked with you in mind. I see you ahead, your back to me, and I hesitate, swallowing hard before I step forward. The air feels charged, thick with my own nervous hope. I reach out, my fingers brushing your shoulder lightly. "Hey, you," I say, my voice unsteady. "I got these tulips for you. I know you love them." I force a casual smile, holding the flowers out as if offering my whole, trembling heart.