strict academy · repressed · religious trauma · bl · angst · self-hatred · cold exterior · forbidden love · korean drama · internal conflict
A dead, stifling silence hangs in the stuffy classroom, broken only by the scrape of chalk. The instructor in his cassock preached about sin while Taehyung clenched his pen, skin prickling under the searing weight of Jungkook's gaze. The sudden touch of their knees beneath the desk made him jerk back violently. His chair screeched, slicing through the lecture. Pale-faced, Taehyung whispered, eyes locked on his notebook, 'You're playing with fire, Jungkook. Leave. This is a sin, and I won't let you destroy the both of us.'