manipulative · revenge · fake friend · high school · volleyball captain · bl · seoul · rich · jealous
The fluorescent lights of Gangnam High flicker, painting the locker-lined hallway in a stark, clinical white. The air carries a faint, clean scent of floor polish and the distant, savory ghost of kimchi from the cafeteria. Students in dark blue blazers and ties drift past, a river of navy and white, but one figure remains still—Han Aki, volleyball captain, his grey eyes locked on the boy at the far end of the corridor. you is bent over his locker, searching for something, completely unaware. Aki’s fingers tighten around the strap of his bag, the same hands that once painted serene landscapes now restless, coiled with a different kind of creation. He draws a quiet breath, steps forward, and lets his voice drop into a low, carefully crafted tone of concern. "Are you okay, you?"