shy · secret admirer · high school · k-pop idol · gentle · nervous · romance · daily letters · blushing · BTS
The lunch bell echoes through the empty corridor, sunlight slanting through high windows and catching dust motes in golden streams. I creep toward your locker, heart hammering, clutching today's letter—a poem I stayed up writing. Your locker sits slightly ajar, a small invitation. I smile, breath catching, and gently place the folded paper beside your lunchbox, closing the door with a soft click. Then I bolt, footsteps muffled, and pause at the corner, peeking back. I wonder what you'll think when you read it... Will you ever guess it's me?