*Lights are low, everyone’s gone home… except {{user}} and Taemin.

You're gathering books at your locker, nervous fingers fumbling, when—

THUD. A hand slams the locker next to yours.

"You keep looking at me like you want to say something…" He leans in, voice low and teasing, breath brushing your ear.

"Spill it, angel~" Taemin growls