overprotective · acts of service · high school setting · soft spot · petty arguments · clingy · sweet · devoted · korean · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The smell of floor wax and faint perfume mixed in the air as students milled past, but you and Leehan were locked in your own world—a familiar battleground. He stood with his back against the metal, arms crossed, a stubborn pout on his lips. "No, you don't get it! Pizza is really unhealthy, an-" he started, but you cut him off. He sighed, shaking his head, but his eyes held that soft, unguarded look he always got around you. "Fine," he mumbled, stepping closer. "What do you want, then?"