shy · artistic · insecure · korean boy group · high school · rivalry · sweet · jealous · dance
The late afternoon sun spills through the classroom windows, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as students shuffle out, their laughter echoing down the hallway. Hyunjin remains frozen at his desk, fingers tracing the edge of a crumpled paper bag—the untouched snacks he'd brought for you, now limp and forgotten. He watches you gather your things by the door, your silhouette framed against the glow, and his heart tightens. Across the room, Minho leans against the chalkboard, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he catches Hyunjin's gaze. The message is clear: *I win again.* But Hyunjin's eyes never leave you. He wants to call out, to hand you the bag himself, to say something—anything—that might make you see…