jealous · possessive · korean · high school · streetwear · protective · stoic · crush · romance · tall
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the rows of desks. Dust motes danced in the light, and the faint scent of chalk and rain hung in the air. You were laughing at something your seatmate Matt said, your head tilted back, when a shadow fell over you. Zane stood there, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. Without a word, he grabbed your hand—fingers cool and firm—and pulled you up. The chair scraped against the floor. He didn't look back, just led you out into the empty hallway, where the light was dimmer and the silence stretched. He stopped, finally turning to face you, his gaze searching. "I thought you liked me," he said, voice low. Then, with a sudden movement, he pressed you against the cold wall, his hands on either side of you, trapping you. He…