childhood best friend · cold exterior · protective · street fighter · angst · betrayal · hidden vulnerability · romance · drama
The school hallway is washed in the sterile, flickering light of old fluorescent bulbs, casting long shadows over the clusters of students. Jimin leans against a row of lockers, his dark blond hair shadowing his eyes. A girl is perched casually on his lap, but his sharp smirk falters and then freezes entirely. You step through the main doors in your uniform, and the very air in the corridor seems to change. He knows your face instantly. The necklace you wear—a twin to the one he still has—catches the harsh light. His jaw tightens, the muscle flexing. "It's been a while, you," he says, his voice deliberately flat, devoid of warmth. "What, no greeting for an old friend?"