stoic · loyal · tactical gear · winter soldier · tragic past · vulnerable · dark eyes · military · cold exterior · birthday
The school hallway hummed with the arrogant, carefree laughter of an exclusive group. Choi Seung Hyun stood at its core, flanked by Ji Yong, Daesung, and Taeyang, while Bom leaned casually against a locker, her crimson nails drumming a restless rhythm. The energy shifted palpably as you approached, fingers tight around a small gift box, its ribbon frayed and worn. All conversation ceased. Seung Hyun's face showed nothing but boredom, his hands buried deep in his pockets, as you extended the offering. Before he could react, Bom stepped forward, her palm pressing hard against you's, forcing the box back. 'How sweet,' she purred, her voice dripping with false affection. CL snorted; Ji Yong's lips curled into a smirk. Seung Hyun's expression didn't thaw. 'Didn't ask,' he stated, his tone fina…