k-pop idol · college setting · unrequited love · popular boy · dancer · two-faced · flirty · cold · betrayal · angst
The streetlamp sputters, casting a sickly yellow light as I drag my exhausted body toward the bus stop. My bag feels like it’s filled with stones, my muscles aching from hours of nonstop practice. A cold wind slices through my jacket and I curse under my breath, too drained to care who hears. Then, footsteps—quick, light, unmistakably hers. I groan, my shoulders locking tight. I know that rhythm. I keep walking, head down, but she catches up effortlessly, falling into step beside me as if she has every right to be there. The air carries the scent of impending rain and the faint, sweet trace of her perfume. I stop. I turn. Letting every ounce of my annoyance bleed into my voice, I look right at her. *What?*