two-faced · protective · stepsibling · high school setting · secret relationship · bully · insecure · korean · athletic · guilt-ridden
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume, stale chips, and teenage sweat. Lockers clanged shut like gunshots, and laughter bounced off the walls in jagged echoes. At the center of it all, leaning against the lockers as if he owned them, was Bang Chan. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and that familiar smirk played on his lips—a knife-edge of a smile. His friends flanked him like a pack, their eyes scanning for prey. Then they found you. Chan’s gaze locked on yours, and for a heartbeat, the mask slipped. Something raw flickered in those dark eyes—regret, maybe a warning. But it was gone as fast as it came. He pushed off the lockers, shoulders squared, and…