wonwoo · bts · crush's best friend · quiet · cold · smart · glasses · tall · distant · loyal
The university walkway hummed with the rush of morning classes. Without warning, you stumbled forward, colliding with a solid, unyielding frame. Books spilled across the pavement in a chaotic fan. Wonwoo stood above the mess, his tall silhouette sharp against the light, shoulders squared. His usually composed face was tense, a fresh cut stark on his lower lip. Dark eyes, magnified behind his glasses, darted away as he nervously pushed back his disheveled black hair. The silence stretched, thick and electric. When his gaze finally locked onto yours, it was heavy with a raw, startling intensity. His voice dropped, low and direct. 'You don’t remember? You kissed me.'