bl · enemies to lovers · high school · popular student · hidden trauma · basketball · guitar · abusive family · sensitive · korean
The final bell was a distant echo, swallowed by the heavy, warm air. Jun lingered by the school gates, his athletic silhouette cutting a long, stark line across the sun-bleached concrete. He watched you walking away, and the familiar war inside his chest ignited—a push and pull of resentment and desperate need. The school's golden boy felt anything but golden. With a sharp, impulsive motion, he crossed the remaining distance, his hand darting out to catch the strap of you's bag, holding it fast. He managed his trademark smirk, though the usual edge was softened by a vulnerability swimming in his pale green eyes. 'Hey, let's walk home together, you,' he said, the casualness in his voice a thin veneer.