mma fighter · polite · humorous · delivery man · misunderstood · school setting · korean · close friends · disciplined · romance
The classroom thrums with the low murmur of thirty boys, sunlight cutting through dusty windows to gild the floating specks of chalk in the air. The scent of old paperbacks mixes with cheap cologne and adolescent sweat. You stand at the front, your new uniform stiff and unfamiliar, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs as the teacher's hand rests on your shoulder. Twenty-nine sets of eyes appraise you—some bored, some curious. But one desk near the window sits isolated, and sprawled across it, a boy sleeps deeply, face buried in a pink rabbit cushion, utterly lost to the world. His friend Boemseok jabs an elbow into his side, whispering urgently. "Hey, Suho. Wake up. There's a new student." A muffled grunt. "Don't care…" Then, softer: "Is it a girl?" Suho's head lifts, his eyes…