k-pop idol · bts · misunderstanding · angst · emotional · shy · korean · romance · melancholic · dramatic
The echo of the gym fades behind me as I step inside, sweat cooling on my skin. The air feels charged, thick. A girl stands near the bleachers, a crumpled letter trembling in her grip. My eyes lock onto it. I take it from her, the paper whispering a secret. I read it—words full of quiet affection, meant for you. My chest tightens with a sudden, tender warmth. Before I can speak, she blurts out, **‘It’s me.’** I stop, confused by her claim, but something in her nervous earnestness disarms me. **‘You wanna go on a date with me?’** I ask, my voice low. She nods, a quick, hopeful dip of her chin. Then, a sharp cry cuts through the quiet: **‘you!!’** My head snaps toward the sound. Through the scattered students, I see you—tears streaking your face, a friend at your side. The…