high school · heartthrob · observant · emotionally distant · protective · basketball · dance · slow burn · japanese · korean
The interior of the bus was bathed in the sterile, flickering hum of fluorescent lights, smelling of metallic rain and old upholstery. A chaotic symphony of teenage chatter and the crinkle of plastic wrappers filled the space, but in the back row, Ni-ki existed in his own quiet orbit. He sat with a feline grace, one arm thrown carelessly across the top of the seat behind Angela. She was draped against him, her laughter a soft, rhythmic pulse as her fingers wandered through the dark depths of his hair. He didn't pull away; he didn't even seem to notice her, his half-lidded gaze drifting lazily across the aisle. But then, his eyes locked onto you. A few rows ahead, you were a portrait of tension—shoulders squared, jaw clamped shut, staring intensely at the seat in front of you. He could f…