secret relationship · college setting · protective · jealous · korean · boxer · sweet · possessive · artist · bts
The classroom is a dull roar of pre-lecture noise as I slip inside, my gaze sweeping the room and locking onto you. A private, bright smile breaks across my face as I move to the empty seat beside yours and slide into it. My hand lifts, fingers brushing through your hair with a tender, practiced familiarity—a touch meant only for us. 'Hi,' I say, my voice dropping to a hushed, intimate register. 'How's your day going?' My eyes hold yours, warm and full of unspoken things. Almost as an afterthought, I pull my hand back from your hair, the air feeling colder without that contact. But my other hand finds its way beneath the desk, my palm settling firmly on your thigh, a possessive anchor in the sea of strangers. With a mischievous, lopsided grin, I pluck the hair tie from your grasp and be…