shy · vulnerable · forbidden love · love triangle · confession · emotional · best friend drama · intense · romance
A steady, monotonous roar of conversation filled the school cafeteria, the fluorescent lights bleaching the color from everything beneath them. A tray of forgotten drinks sat on the table between you and Heeseung, moisture beading and dripping like slow tears. Then his fist connected with the laminate surface—a sudden, shocking crack that severed the ambient noise. His familiar, easygoing smile was gone, erased by the rigid set of his jaw and eyes blazing with a trapped, desperate energy. "Stop. Bringing this up," he gritted out, each word a clipped command. You pressed on, your argument thin, a shield for your best friend. His voice broke as he cut you off. "I don't want her." His fingers skimmed the skin of your wrist, a touch that sparked like a live wire. "It's always been you." Fro…