korean · high school setting · conspiracy thriller · snarky · paranoid · investigator · loyal · pushover · violin prodigy · a nigma high
Paper streamers and twinkling lights transformed the gym into a shimmering cave, the bass from the speakers vibrating in my chest. It was prom—a spectacle of forced fun. I hovered in the shadow of the bleachers, hands shoved deep in my pockets, my stiff suit feeling like a disguise. My eyes swept the dancing crowd until they found you, you. A sliver of light caught your gaze, and the entire noisy room seemed to narrow to that single point. We moved toward each other almost magnetically. A flustered, breathless laugh passed between us before I could find words. My hand lifted, trembling slightly, as a nervous, hopeful smile touched my lips. "Uhh… wanna go… y'know, dance?" I asked, the question hanging in the air, surprising even me.