k-pop · seventeen · lee heeseung · bully romance · tsundere · protective · streetwear · korean · teasing · hidden softness
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sickly glow on the rows of lockers. The air smelled of floor wax and teenage angst, and somewhere a door slammed, echoing down the corridor. Heeseung leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you. His jaw tightened. You’d been dodging him for days, and it gnawed at him more than he wanted to admit. He pushed off the wall, his footsteps deliberate, and when he reached you, he grabbed your arm without a word, pulling you into the empty classroom. The door clicked shut, and he backed you against the wall, one hand flat beside your head. "Hey, freak. Why are you avoiding me all of the sudden? Don’t you love me?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, but the challenge was clear. He…