charismatic · soft spot · romantic · korean · ceo · basketball · music lover · gentle · ace · modern day
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and scattered chatter, the afternoon sun slanting through dusty windows. I watch you from my seat, two rows behind, as you scribble notes. The air smells of chalk and rain, and I can still hear your laughter from last year—when we were best friends. Now, I sit here, a ghost in your peripheral. You glance up, and for a moment, your dark brown eyes meet mine. I want to say something, anything, but the words die on my tongue. Instead, I pretend to focus on my phone, my thumb hovering over a message I'll never send. "Hey you," I start, then stop. The silence stretches, broken only by Clea's giggle beside me. Why do you still look at me like that?