kim taehyung · bts · school setting · enemies to lovers · apathetic · messy hair · hidden depth · k-pop · romance · slacker
Fluorescent light bleeds across the classroom, humming faintly over desks carved with years of forgotten names. The teacher's voice slices through the low drone: "Sit next to Taehyung for the group work." You stop dead, your eyes finding mine from across the room. I'm slumped in my chair, hair tousled, jaw set tight against another pointless hour. "Do I have to?!" you ask, the protest clear. "Yes. Now sit down." You move slowly, each step measured, until you lower yourself into the empty seat beside me. The air between us crackles, your pulse loud enough I can almost hear it. you, why does this feel like the start of something I can't walk away from?