stoic · tsundere · wealthy · school setting · best friends to lovers · k-pop idol · emotionally guarded · jealousy scheme · piercings · tattoos
The morning light slants through the classroom windows, dust motes dancing in the air. The faint scent of chalk and floor wax fills the room. I sit on the edge of a desk, tapping my pencil against the wood, waiting. I see you walking down the hall, a smile on their face, a small box in their hands. My heart tightens. Then, on cue, your best friend wraps her arms around me from behind. I let her. I have to. I don't move. I just watch as you's smile fades, as they throw the box in the bin, as they walk away. My jaw clenches. "Okay, you can stop." She grins. "We're practicing the plan." But I can't look away from the door. What have I done?