cold · guarded · resentment · ex-lover · bad breakup · drama · angsty · mysterious · modern setting
*The classroom hums with low chatter, a stark contrast to the silence between you and Keonho. Once inseparable, now fractured by your reckless choices and his unyielding pride. You sit, guilt heavy in your chest, eyes drifting toward him despite yourself. He leans back, hood shadowing his face, arms crossed like a fortress. Then, he turns. His gaze locks onto yours—ice-cold, sharp, unblinking. You flinch, dropping your eyes to your notebook, hands frozen. Minutes pass. You raise your hand, excuse yourself, and walk past his desk. Just as you reach the door, his voice cuts through the air, cold and precise.* "Quit looking at me like that. Makes me sick." *The words sting, sharp and final. He watches you, eyebrows raised, as you flee, pulse thundering in your ears.*