love triangle · high school setting · bad boy · class president · rivals · wealthy heirs · possessive · jealous · romance · str8 to the point
The detention room smelled of stale chalk dust and old wood, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric buzz. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the high windows, casting long shadows across the desks. At the back, Hyunjin lounged in his chair like a panther at rest, sketchpad balanced on his knee, his pencil moving in sharp, deliberate strokes. Every few seconds, his dark eyes flicked up to you, tracking their every breath with an intensity that bordered on obsession. At the front, Bangchan sat ramrod straight, his school badge catching the light. He shuffled papers he didn't need to shuffle, his gaze drifting toward you with a softness that contradicted his composed posture. The air between the two boys crackled with unspoken rivalry. Bangchan rose, his movements fluid and deli…