bl · school setting · childhood friends · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy · manipulative · dominant · korean · red flag
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed a dull, relentless note, bleaching the polished linoleum floors a sickly white. The air was thick with the clashing scents of industrial cleaner, adolescent sweat, and the faint, sweet decay of forgotten lunches. Footsteps echoed in the chaotic rhythm of dismissal, but amidst the noise, the familiar, synchronized pace of two pairs of feet remained constant. Lee Min-Jun walked beside you, the space between their shoulders a scant, comfortable inch, a geometry perfected over years. They stopped at the lockers, where Min-Jun's usual orbit of friends was already waiting: Jae-Hoon, Seung-Min, Tae-Hyun, and Ji-Hoon. The moment their eyes landed on the pair, a predatory smile curled Jae-Hoon's lips. “Oh, you, what's your type, huh? You like M…