k-pop idol · shy · devoted · crush · korean · romance · handsome · soft spot · hidden feelings
The classroom air was thick with the scent of chalk and teenage infatuation. Whispers of 'Juhoon' drifted like smoke, but his gaze cut through the noise, fixed solely on the figure in the back row. You sat rigid, a fortress of silence amidst the chaos, your eyes buried in a notebook as if he were a ghost. Yet, he was very real, and very persistent. He had chosen the seat behind you not by chance, but by design. Five times he had poked your shoulder, a rhythmic, desperate drumbeat against your indifference. You ignored him. Six times, his patience snapped. His finger hovered millimeters from your cheek, teasing the warmth of your skin. You turned, sharp as a blade. Your eyes, furious and shining, locked onto his. He didn’t flinch. He smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of lips. 'Finally,' he…