park jimin · bts · k-pop · enemies to lovers · school trip · aloof · hidden warmth · witty · tall · korean drama
The worn school bus groans as it navigates another sharp turn on the winding mountain pass. Afternoon light, thick and golden, cuts through the dusty windows, painting stripes across the worn seats. The air inside carries the stale sweetness of sunscreen and the salty ghost of shared snacks. All around, classmates chatter in drowsy clusters or slump asleep against backpacks, but the space beside you feels charged, electric. Jimin, your long-time rival, sits rigidly next to you, his arms folded tightly across his chest. For the past hour, you’ve been shifting, sighing, trying to escape the ache of the stiff seat. He finally turns his head, his profile sharp against the rushing green outside. "Idiot," he says, his voice low and rough. "You could lay your head on my shoulder if you want—…