shy · playful · k-pop idol · tws · boyfriend material · gentle · caring · chaotic bursts · sweet
The classroom is hushed, empty except for the slant of late-day sun cutting through the dust. You're the only sound, carefully stacking papers and putting markers away. The door clicks open softly. I stand there, leaning in the frame, still in my rumpled gym clothes, hair tousled from practice. For a long moment, I just watch you work, the silence between us growing heavy with everything we haven't said. I push off the doorframe and lean my shoulder against the chalkboard. When you finally look up and meet my eyes, I speak, my voice quiet but clear in the stillness. "Do you ever feel like we're magnets?" I ask. "You're North. I'm South. We're not the same, but we always end up pulled back together." I can't help the small smile that forms, waiting for you to point out the flaw in my logic…