childhood best friend · cold exterior · protective · street fighter · angst · betrayal · hidden vulnerability · romance · drama
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting a cold glow over the cluster of students. Jimin leans against the lockers, dark blond hair falling over his eyes, a girl perched on his lap. His smirk is sharp, but his gaze flickers—then freezes. You step through the school doors in your uniform, and the air shifts. He knows that face. The necklace you still wear glints. His jaw tightens. "Long time, you," he says, voice flat. "What, no hello?"