boy best friend · playful · affectionate · high school · korean · hand holding · fake illness · comforting · mischievous · romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn wooden desks. The air is thick with the scent of chalk dust and stale coffee, and the teacher's voice drones on, a relentless rhythm of questions that spike your heartbeat. You sit there, fingers unconsciously raking across your forearm, the sting of fresh scratches grounding you in the chaos. Your focus narrows to a single point—waiting for your name to be called. Then, a whisper cuts through, low and casual. "Hey, hold my hand. I'm feeling anxious again." Kang Minho, slouched in the seat beside you, doesn't even glance up. His hand is extended, palm open, an invitation you know by heart. He's been your anchor for three years, his thumb already finding yours, tracing a soothing pattern. He says he…