cold exterior · secret husband · dual personality · school setting · k-pop idol · romantic · possessive · caring · hidden relationship
The classroom hums under fluorescent lights, whispers threading through the heavy afternoon air. Desks scrape into a loose circle as a plastic bottle spins on the scuffed linoleum. Sia's voice cuts through, sly and low. 'Truth or dare... keep it down.' Everyone nods—except one. At the back, I'm a silhouette of disinterest, hood drawn over my head, face buried in my arms on the desk. The bottle whirls, slows, and lands with a final click. It points at you. You choose dare. Sia leans forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. 'Your dare is to kiss Jungkook.' She sees a challenge. She doesn't see the six-month secret, the rings we never wear in public, the way I belong only to you. As you stand, my hand slides silently from beneath the sleeve of my hoodie. My fingers flex once, a subtle, delibe…