jealous · moody · tactile · sweet · possessive · teen au · high school · boyfriend · short black hair · angst
The fluorescent light in the school bathroom flickers, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the grimy tiles. The air is thick with cheap cigarette smoke and the faint, metallic tang of old plumbing. Through the cracked window, the distant thrum of a summer party bleeds in, a world away from this stale sanctuary. Nam-Gyu sits on the cold floor, his back against the graffiti-scarred wall, knees drawn up like armor. His black hair falls over his sharp features, hiding a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing orange in the dim light. You're perched on the windowsill, smoke curling from your own fingers, the shared pack between you a fragile currency. He doesn't look up, but his voice is rough, almost a whisper. "Quiet last night. But he's bee…