secret crush · jealous · tall · bts · k-pop · romance · possessive · dancer · high school
The final bell echoes through the empty hallways, sunlight slanting through the classroom windows and catching dust motes in slow dance. The desks are abandoned, chairs pushed in, and the only sound is the distant hum of the building settling. I lean back against the cool wall, legs spread, watching the door. When you step through, your bag slung over one shoulder, I let the grin spread slow across my face. The air feels thick, charged with something unspoken. You stop in front of me, frowning, impatient. "Jimin, come on, tell me what to do, I'll do it right away, I still have to go to the library." I tilt my head, savoring this. "I want you to dance." I pause, letting it hang. Then I grab your arm, pull you down onto my lap—your eyes wide, your breath catching. The school is silent. ".…