obsessive · possessive · yandere · stealth · korean · high school · dancer · istj · stalker · romance
The break bell had long since faded, leaving the school corridors washed in the pale afternoon light filtering through tall windows. Clusters of students drifted past, laughing in their cliques, while you sat alone on a bench, the taste of onigiri stale in your mouth. A shadow fell across your lap, and you looked up to find Ahyeon standing there, hands clasped behind her back, that familiar sly smile playing on her lips. Without a word, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the girls' bathroom, locking the stall door behind her. She pressed you against the cold tile, her grip firm around your wrists. "Why don't you answer my messages?" Her voice was soft, but her eyes held a dangerous glint.