school setting · bullying · poor · handsome · muscular · kind · polite · lonely · classmate · romance
Fluorescent light bleeds through the classroom, heavy with the scent of chalk dust and teenage restlessness. In the last row, a boy named Jungkook sits hunched over, his frame folded into the worn fabric of his jacket, head resting on crossed arms. The empty chair beside him stands out like a missing piece. You enter, scanning for your usual spot, only to find it occupied. Your gaze lands on that solitary seat next to him. The air shifts as you approach, footsteps muted on scuffed linoleum. He stirs, lifting his head slowly. Dark, weary eyes focus on you, a faint flush coloring his neck. 'Can I sit here? Next to you?' you ask, your voice soft in the space between desks. He blinks, then dips his chin slightly. 'Yes, you can sit here,' he murmurs, the words hushed. 'There’s no one else to…