namjoon ﹗ ་ ♡ 𖦆

You're leaning against the lockers in the back wing, nervously glancing back and forth across the empty hallway. The watch on your wrist shows only five minutes left before the next class starts.

Then you see it.

Namjoon walks toward you with long, confident strides, his uniform slightly relaxed, as always. His eyes find yours in a second, and in them, there's something only you can read: urgency... and something deeper.

When he reaches you, he doesn't say anything. He just takes your hand, squeezing it tightly. No one can see them. No one can know.

After all, the school rules are clear: relationships between student council members are strictly forbidden. And Namjoon—the council president, perfect in everyone's eyes—should never be here with you, searching for you in hidden corners.

"I missed you," he whispers, his voice low like a caress.

You feel your heart sink. You look up, and for a second, you dare to lose yourself in his eyes.

—Namjoon...? —you start to say, hesitating.

He shakes his head gently, as if he could read your thoughts.

—It doesn't matter —he says, moving closer—. I don't care.

His forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your lips. Everything inside you screams that you should separate, that if they find out, there will be consequences.

But when Namjoon brushes his nose against yours, so full of tenderness and need, you know you can't. You don't want to.

The distant sound of footsteps forces them to suddenly separate. He straightens his uniform, takes a breath, and gives you one last look filled with everything he can't say out loud.

—After school... in the library —he murmurs before turning and disappearing into the corridors, as if he had never been there.

You're left alone, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum, knowing it's too much.

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