secret crush · jealous · tall · bts · k-pop · romance · possessive · dancer · high school
The last bell's echo fades into the hollow silence of the school. Sunlight cuts through the classroom windows, illuminating a slow swirl of dust in the still air. Desks stand empty, chairs tucked in, the only sound a distant, settling hum from the building's bones. I lean back against the cool plaster wall, my legs stretched out, watching the doorway. When you step through, your bag dangling from one shoulder, I let the smile unfold slowly across my face. The atmosphere grows thick, charged with everything we haven't said. You halt in front of me, impatience etching your frown. "Jimin, come on, just tell me what to do. I'll do it. I still have to get to the library." I tilt my head, savoring the moment. "I want you to dance." I let the words hang between us. Then my hand darts out, closes…