shy · nervous · classmate · school setting · korean · gentle · brown hair · 18 years old · listener · timid
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flickered, casting long, frantic shadows as the sound of heavy footsteps and angry shouts echoed off the lockers. Dust motes danced in the dim light, stirred by your panicked sprint. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you looked back, nearly stumbling, until a hand shot out from a narrow door and yanked you into the suffocating dark of a janitor's closet. It was Han, your quiet classmate with the brown hair and trembling hands. He pressed you against him, his chest to your back, his whole body shaking as he buried his face in your hair and whispered, "Don't make a noise," his voice barely a breath. The world outside went silent, waiting—and so did he, clinging to you.