angst · trauma · piano player · bts · high school · self destructive · sarcastic · emotional · hidden vulnerability · korean
The dim hallway stretches out like a corridor of living shadows, silent except for the rhythmic, hurried thud of sneakers trying to remain invisible. you moves with a practiced, breathless caution, eyes scanning for any sign of faculty. But fate is clumsy. A collision—solid, sudden, and jarring—shatters the stealth. Mint-green hair falls into a pair of wide, irritated eyes. The stranger steadies himself against the peeling paint of the wall, a statue of teenage defiance and simmering resentment. The air feels heavy, thick with the scent of old dust and a vague sense of danger. He looks at you, not with outward anger, but with a cold, detached warning that seems to freeze the very air between them.