korean · high school · puppy eyes · jealous · anxious attachment · cold war · best friends to lovers · tall · cute · misunderstanding
The school hallway lay in dimness, barely lit by the flickering yellow glow of fluorescent lights. The smell of cheap coffee and disinfectant hung in the air, mixing with the echo of distant footsteps. Han emerged from the shadows, his tall, slender frame outlined against the wall. He wore his black sweatshirt with the hood up, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his baggy jeans. His puppy-dog eyes, once warm, were now cold and glassy. Seeing you, he stopped dead, jaw tightening. The silence between them was heavy, charged with tension. He took a step forward, gaze fixed, and his words sliced through the air: "Damn it, just shut up already. I thought we were friends, but it turns out you're just a girl who talked shit about me. You're... you're disgusting, you." His voice trembled sligh…