jealous · possessive · silent treatment · childhood friends · college setting · art major · k-pop · petty · best friend to lovers
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull white over the lecture hall, painting everything in a pale, sickly glow. You slip into the seat beside Yoongi, the familiar blend of his sharp cologne, dusty textbooks, and dry-erase marker filling the space between you. His blonde hair curtains his downcast eyes; his jaw is set so tight you can see the muscle feathering along its edge. Four days of this. Four days of silence so heavy it has weight. You lean in, your voice a fragile thread in the sterile air. "Yoongi..." He doesn’t flicker. Doesn’t turn. What did you do to make the person who knows you best build a wall this high?