high school · best friend · funny · sweet · caring · teasing · crush · romantic · korean · casual
The corridors of Sunhwa Arts High were bathed in the thick, honeyed light of late afternoon. Dust motes swirled in the sunbeams slicing through the high windows, dancing to the distant, fading echoes of violin scales and scattered piano chords. You were sitting on the scuffed linoleum floor, your bag beside you, when I dropped down next to you. My shoulder bumped against yours, a familiar, comforting weight. The clean scent of my laundry detergent and a hint of sugar from the pastry I’d eaten earlier clung to my hoodie. 'Trying to ditch practice again?' I teased, my voice low, as I pressed a cold drink into your hand—the one I knew you’d forget to buy for yourself. I leaned back, propped on my hands, my eyes carefully studying your face, looking for any shadow of the day you’d had…