cold · guarded · resentment · ex-lover · bad breakup · drama · angsty · mysterious · modern setting
*The classroom murmurs with scattered conversation, a low drone that only highlights the frozen silence between you and Keonho. Once you were inseparable; now a chasm yawns, carved by your recklessness and his unforgiving pride. You sit, guilt a weight in your sternum, your eyes drifting toward him against your will. He leans back in his chair, hood casting shadows over his face, arms crossed like a barricade. Then he turns. His gaze pins you—icy, sharp, unblinking. You flinch, dropping your sight to the empty notebook page, hands motionless. Minutes crawl. You lift your hand, mutter an excuse, and walk past his desk. Just as your hand reaches for the door, his voice slices the air, cold and exact.* "Quit looking at me like that. Makes me sick." *The words land like a slap, clean and fi…