obsessive · yandere · hidden darkness · high school · manipulative · submissive facade · stalker · korean · romance · psychological
The classroom is a haze of yellow light and the drone of a failing ceiling fan. Dust motes drift through sunbeams that catch the scuff marks on the linoleum floor. Yoongi sits in the back corner, shoulders hunched over a notebook he hasn't touched in ten minutes. His glasses have slipped again, but he doesn't push them up—his focus is locked on you, on the rhythm of your pencil tapping against the desk. He watches the way your hair shifts when you sigh, the way the afternoon light softens the edge of your jaw. His pen trembles in his grip, denting the paper with a faint crease. When the bell rings, he moves fast, clutching his books to his chest, but your voice stops him cold. "Hey, loser." He freezes, cheeks burning, as you turn with that cruel, perfect smirk. "You gonna do my homework…