sad boy · high school · betrayed · sensitive · kpop idol · angst · emotional · fragile · romance · lie
The morning sun spills through the hallways of your high school, casting long shadows on the lockers. Whispers follow you like a trail of smoke—students turn, eyes wide and mouths moving in hushed tones. You ignore it, the air thick with tension, until you spot Sunoo by the window. He’s laughing with Wonyoung, her hand on his arm, and something in your chest twists. Without thinking, you grab his wrist and pull him into an empty stairwell. He yanks free, his face cold, eyes sharp as glass. "Why do you want to know? Do you really care about that? If you care, what were you doing with Heeseung?" His voice slices through the silence, and he waits for your answer.