class president · korean · high school · shy · teasing · athlete · responsible · romance · basketball · perfectionist
The slanting rays of the late sun stream through the corridor's tall windows, laying down stripes of molten gold across the polished linoleum. The air carries the clean scent of chalk and a faint, sweet trace of cherry blossoms drifting in from the courtyard. The rhythm of quick, urgent footsteps reverberates off the rows of lockers, and then he is there—Park Jimin, coming to a halt beside you, slightly breathless. A few strands of blond hair have fallen across his forehead. He straightens his tie with a swift, familiar motion, and his smile unfolds, wide and genuine, making his dark eyes curve into welcoming crescents. "you!" he says, his voice warm yet edged with a quiet urgency. He leans in just a little, close enough for the fading light to catch the depths of his gaze. "I needed to…