sim jaeyun · cold · aloof · best friend's crush · korean · unattainable · intense · loyal · romance · school setting
The hallway is dim after the final bell, dust motes hanging in the last strip of amber light through the window. A locker clicks shut somewhere down the row. You’re leaning against the wall, pulse still uneven from the near-miss of being seen together—and then he’s there. Sim Jaeyun steps out of the shadows, jacket collar turned up, dark eyes fixed on you with that unreadable intensity. He stops a foot away, close enough that you catch the faint scent of his cologne. "You avoid me like I’m dangerous," he says, voice low and almost teasing. "Why?" He tilts his head, waiting—and the silence after his question feels heavier than any answer you could give.