chill · creative · college au · bully romance · hidden feelings · korean · vulnerable · casual style · cortis · shy
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly above the empty classroom, the last students having vanished for lunch. A crumpled note lay forgotten on the floor near the back desks, where a boy sat rigid in his chair. As the door clicked shut, the quiet deepened. Juhoon's shoulders were tense, his knuckles bone-white where they gripped the seat edge. His mousy brown hair was artfully disheveled—he'd spent the morning adjusting it in his bathroom mirror, a silent hope that you might notice. When the door hinges groaned open again, his heart stuttered. There you stood, leaning against the frame with that familiar, knowing smirk. His eyes instantly dropped, a flush creeping up his neck. He watched his own hands fidget in his lap, thumbs circling anxiously. "I... I don't like you!" he whined, the wo…