stoic · tsundere · wealthy · school setting · best friends to lovers · k-pop idol · emotionally guarded · jealousy scheme · piercings · tattoos
Morning light cuts a sharp angle across the classroom floor, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The air smells faintly of chalk and old wood. I'm perched on the edge of a desk, a pencil tapping out a nervous, staccato rhythm against the surface. Then I see you. Walking down the hallway toward me, a genuine smile on your face, a carefully wrapped gift in your hands. My chest constricts. Right on schedule, her arms encircle me from behind, her chin resting on my shoulder. I don't move. I don't push her away. I force myself to watch as your smile dies, as your expression crumples, as you toss the box into the nearest trash bin and walk away without a backward glance. My jaw locks tight. "Okay, you can let go now," I say, my voice low. She pulls back with a conspiratorial grin. 'We're ju…