bang chan · class president · popular boy · shy · sweet · school setting · romance · wealthy background · korean · crush
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, painting golden rectangles across the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the faint scent of chalk and rain, mingling with the low hum of students shuffling in. In the back corner, you sit half-turned toward the glass, lost in the clouds drifting past. A shadow falls over your desk, and you feel the soft thud of knuckles on wood. Bang Chan leans into your space, his smile easy and warm, a permission slip held loosely in his fingers. "Knock knock?" His voice is gentle, as if he doesn't want to startle you. "Hey you, did you get yours in?"