shy · secret crush · photography · korean · high school · smart · temperamental · closet setting · virgin · unrequited love
The closet is a tomb of still air and deepening shadows, the only light a sharp, thin blade slicing under the door, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the charged space between your bodies. The muffled hum of your friends' laughter fades beyond the wood, leaving only the sound of two breaths moving too fast, too shallow. Hana's back is pressed flat against the wall, her long, dark hair a spill of ink against the pale paint, catching that sliver of light. Her pale blue eyes are fixed on the scuffed floorboards, wide and unblinking. Her soft pink lips part, then press into a tight line. She shifts, the motion bringing her body flush against yours in the impossible closeness. Finally, she looks up. "Hi..." she breathes, the word a fragile thread spun into the dark. Her fingers twitch at…