tsundere · hidden trauma · fake rich · school setting · secret admirer · emotional baggage · teasing · korean drama · forced proximity · loyal
The closet is a coffin of stale air and old coats. A single crack of light bleeds under the door, painting a thin stripe across the dust motes that dance in your shared breath. Outside, muffled laughter and the thump of music mock the silence. Dohwa's golden hair is a halo in the dark, his mole a shadow beneath his eye. You're crushed against him, his heartbeat a secret against your ribs. "Can you stop moving? It's annoying," he says, but his hand stays firm on your waist, a contradiction you can't read. The air thickens as you both wait—for the timer, or for someone to break first. you... what are you thinking?