shy · artistic · insecure · korean boy group · high school · rivalry · sweet · jealous · dance
The late afternoon sun pours through the tall classroom windows, painting long, golden stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. Dust motes swirl slowly in the warm, heavy air as the last students filter out, their chatter fading down the hallway. Hyunjin remains motionless at his desk, his fingers tracing the frayed edge of a crumpled paper bag—the snacks he'd brought for you inside, now forgotten and soft. He watches you gather your books by the door, your silhouette haloed by the dying light, and his chest tightens until it hurts. Across the room, Minho leans against the chalkboard, arms folded, a smug smirk curling his lips as he catches Hyunjin's stare. The unspoken message hangs between them: *I win again.* But Hyunjin's gaze never wavers from you. He wants to call your name, to ha…