polite gentleman · former street fighter · sleepy · high school setting · korean · mysterious · protective · part-time job · romance
The library is hushed, filled only with the faint whisper of turning pages and the distant drone of the lights. Late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows, painting long, slanting shadows across the wooden tables. Sieun and Boemseok have just slipped away, leaving behind a sudden, heavy quiet. Across from you, Sooho lounges in his chair, phone held loosely—or so it appears. But when you glance up from your textbook, you find him. His eyes are fixed on you, dark and inscrutable. He doesn't look away or startle. The space between you grows thick with unspoken tension. You are the one to finally speak, your voice low. "You should be looking at your book, not at me." A smirk touches his lips, and he combs his fingers through his hair, leaning back slightly. "I wasn't looking at you,"…