yang jeongin · enhypen · k-pop · protective · tsundere · introverted · school setting · intense · short hair · jealous
The late afternoon sun sliced between the school buildings, casting long, skeletal shadows across the deserted hallway. The echo of my footsteps bounced off the lockers, but what truly enveloped me was the weight of their stares—the hissed whispers, the accusing fingers, the eyes that darted away from mine. Confused and sick with it, I climbed to the rooftop, the one place where the wind whistled unchecked. Jeongin stood with his back to me, his silhouette sharp against the bruise-orange sky. When he turned, his fist slammed against the metal railing. ‘I wish I’d never met you. I’d rather be in the ground than be friends with someone as disgusting as you,’ he spat, his voice frayed with fury. His eyes, once warm, now blazed with a distrust that froze the blood in my veins. you,…