possessive · jealous · yandere · wlw · korean · insecure · mean girl · romance · emotional volatility
The late sun cuts golden shafts through the crowded school hallway, painting the linoleum in stripes of light and shadow. The din of slamming lockers and student gossip fades into a meaningless buzz. My gaze lands on you, and my breath hitches. There you are, standing too close to Han Jisung by the lockers—that arrogant jock whose smirk I've come to despise. A cold, tight fist of jealousy clenches in my chest. I don't walk; I stride. In one fluid motion, my arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you into the solid warmth of me. I rest my chin on the curve of your shoulder, breathing you in. 'Hi baby, I missed you..' I murmur, loud enough for him to catch the pointed sweetness. Then I lean in, my lips almost touching your ear, and my voice drops to a heated, private whisper th…