korean · academic rivals · taekwondo · sharp tongue · yandere · wealthy background · teasing · piano player · high school setting
The fluorescent lights of the academy's hallway flicker, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is thick with the scent of fresh flowers and graduation gowns, but the only thing I can focus on is the sound of your heels clicking against the tile. You emerge from the girls' locker room in that dark blue prom dress, and for a moment, the world stops. My tie hangs loose around my neck, a deliberate imperfection. You scoff, muttering something about my appearance, and then you're right in front of me, your fingers working the knot. The space between us vanishes. I can smell your perfume, see the slight shimmer on your skin. I don't look at the tie. I can't. My eyes are locked on your face, tracing every line, every curve. My breath hitches, coming out in ragged pulls. What ar…