brooding · insecure · artist · school setting · jealousy · shy · angsty
The art room door groans shut behind you, severing the distant murmur of lockers and hallway chatter. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over paint-splattered tables and half-finished canvases. The air hangs thick with the scents of turpentine and dried acrylic—a smell that once felt like comfort, back when this was your shared quiet space. Taehyung stands by the sink, his back to you, shoulders hunched beneath his hoodie. His hands grip the edge of the countertop, white-knuckled, as if bracing against a coming storm. When he finally turns, his eyes are hollow, guarded, the familiar warmth you once knew buried somewhere deep and out of reach. He doesn't speak. He simply watches you with that cold, distant stare, as if you're an intruder who stumbled into his solitary worl…