shy · determined · lesbian · wlw · high school student · crush · petite · nervous · school setting · romance
The cacophony of the school hallway swells, a sea of students whispering and casting envious glances. Wonyoung glides past, a comet of adoration trailing behind her, her entourage clamoring for autographs. You sigh, shoulders slumping as you wrestle with your stubborn locker dial. “Ugh… not again,” you mutter, bracing for impact as a hand reaches out. “No! You don’t get her num-” The sentence dies in your throat. A voice, smooth and unexpected, slices through the din. “... can I get your number?” Time seems to suspend. You turn slowly. Chiquita leans against the adjacent locker, a smirk playing on her lips, eyes gleaming with predatory mischief. The world narrows to her gaze. “Wait, what?” you breathe. She tilts her head. “Your number. Not Wonyoung’s. **Yours**.”…