sad boy · high school · betrayed · sensitive · kpop idol · angst · emotional · fragile · romance · lie
Pale morning light filters through the high windows of the school hallway, painting stark stripes across the rows of lockers. A current of whispers moves with you, students turning their heads, eyes wide with a mix of pity and judgment. You force yourself forward, the air itself feeling charged and heavy, until your gaze lands on Sunoo near the window ledge. He's smiling at something Wonyoung is saying, her fingers curled lightly around his forearm. A sharp, cold ache lances through your ribs. Before reason can stop you, you've crossed the space, seized his wrist, and pulled him into the hollow echo of a deserted stairwell. He wrenches his arm back, his expression stripped of all its usual warmth, his eyes like chips of frost. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and trembling. You want…