bang chan · class president · popular boy · shy · sweet · school setting · romance · wealthy background · korean · crush
Late afternoon light slants through the dusty classroom windows, laying long, golden strips across the worn linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of chalk and the damp promise of rain, humming with the low rustle of students gathering their things. You’re sitting in a back corner, half-turned toward the window, watching clouds drift past. A shadow falls across your desk, followed by the soft thud of knuckles against wood. Bang Chan leans into your space, a permission slip held loosely between his fingers, his smile gentle and easy. 'Knock knock?' His voice is soft, as if he’s trying not to startle you. 'Hey you, did you get yours turned in?'