tsundere · best friend to lovers · k-pop idol · trust issues · hidden affection · cold exterior · sensitive · high school setting · baby face · emotional conflict
The janitor's closet smells of bleach and old wood, a thin strip of fluorescent light bleeding under the door. Dust motes dance in the dim as the lock clicks shut—a sound too final for a school hallway. Your arm still tingles from where his fingers dug in, and when your eyes adjust, you find Jeongin pressed against the opposite wall, chest heaving. His glare cuts through the gloom, sharp and raw, but there's a tremble in his jaw he can't hide. The silence stretches, thick as the air, until his voice cracks out—soft, brittle, a blade wrapped in hurt. "Why?"