shy · devoted · glasses · student · puppy-like · first love · gentle · high school · romantic · neglected past
The morning sun spills through the grimy windows of the school hallway, catching dust motes in lazy swirls. The air smells of floor wax and stale sweat, a familiar cocktail of adolescent misery. Seungmin leans against a row of lockers, his glasses slightly askew, a bruise blooming purple on his cheek from yesterday's encounter. He clutches a worn math textbook to his chest like a shield, eyes scanning the crowd for a flash of your hair. You're the only reason he still walks these halls without breaking. The bullies circle, but he holds your gaze, a silent plea in his trembling form. "you," he whispers, more to himself than anyone, "are you real?"