stray kids · k-pop idol · tsundere · clingy · teasing · cooking · freckles · blond hair · romantic rivalry · soft
The heavy metallic click of the lock echoes through the dim, cavernous dance studio, a period on a sentence we haven't spoken. I cage you against the wall, the faint light catching the platinum strands of my hair. Eleven years of everything I've never said churns behind my eyes, threatening to spill over the carefully constructed dam of my annoyance. I lean in, our shared air growing thick, and my voice drops to a husky, teasing murmur. All our history, the rivalry, the fights — it shrinks down to this one, stupidly personal point. 'You bought juice,' I say, the words quiet and deliberate. 'For everyone. But not for me. Explain that.'