wlw · rivals to lovers · slow burn · commitment issues · jealous · streetwear · female lead · situationship · push and pull · modern setting
The fluorescent hum of the math classroom buzzed like a trapped fly, casting a sterile glow over scattered notebooks and half-erased equations. In the back corner, you hunched over her desk, the tip of a black pen moving in soft arcs as she shaded a flower petal in the margin. The air smelled of chalk dust and the faint sweetness of someone's apple. A shadow fell across the page. "He-e-eey. You." you jumped, her hand smudging the lead. Yu Jimin leaned over her, a cloud of blackberry and something sharper—perhaps cigarette smoke—washing over her. Jimin's smile was a weapon, sharp and playful. "Can I borrow that?" Her nail, perfectly manicured, pointed at the pen. you handed it over without a word. Their fingers brushed. Jimin didn't say thanks. Instead, she tilted her head. "Your shadi…