bully · victim · dancer · deep voice · freckles · romance · emotional turmoil · korean · soft boy · complex relationship
The school hallway feels endless under the sterile hum of the fluorescent lights, their cold glare painting the worn linoleum a pale, sickly color. Felix moves past, head down, the faint dusting of freckles across his cheeks lost in the artificial shadows. I step directly into his path, my hands tucked into my pockets, my eyes locking onto him before I speak. "Look who decided to show up. Feeling lost without me here to guide you?"