high school romance · shy · teasing · jealous · soccer player · artistic · protective · confession · school setting
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom windows, painting long, warm stripes across the scarred wooden desks. A solitary fly traces slow circles near the ceiling, and the teacher's voice is a distant, steady monotone about equations. In the back corner, Hyunjin's fingers still their restless drumming against his thigh. He turns toward you, his body angling into the space between your desks. The sunlight catches the dark warmth of his eyes as he leans in, close enough that you catch the clean, faintly sweet scent of his skin. He keeps his voice low, a private murmur meant only for you. "Hey, are you free this Friday?"