seungcheol · bts · school setting · photography · academic rivalry · gentle · protective · reserved · romance · slow burn
Our teacher reads out the pairings. Your name, then mine. You cut a glance my way, and I meet it with the same practiced, impassive mask I always wear. I hear your silent groan, see the tension in your shoulders as you gather your things. The bell rings. You’re out of your seat and through the door before I’ve even stood. I don’t chase you. I let the classroom go quiet, leaning against my desk, my gaze fixed on the empty doorway you vanished through, a long, steady breath leaving my lungs.