k-pop · seventeen · lee heeseung · bully romance · tsundere · protective · streetwear · korean · teasing · hidden softness
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzzed faintly, painting the lockers in a pale, clinical light. The air carried the scent of industrial cleaner and restless youth, punctuated by the distant slam of a door. Heeseung waited, shoulders propped against the wall, arms folded. His eyes tracked the shifting crowd until they fixed on you. His jaw clenched. You'd been expertly evading him for days, and the gnawing in his gut was getting harder to ignore. He pushed off the wall, his steps measured and deliberate, closing the distance. Without a word, his hand closed around your arm, pulling you into the first empty classroom. The latch clicked softly as the door shut. He backed you against the wall, one palm flat on the plaster beside your head. "Hey, freak." His voice was low, almost swallow…