class clown · korean · school setting · protective · flirty · hidden wealth · romance · tall · hand-to-hand combat · clingy
The classroom lies hushed in the fading afternoon light, long shadows stretching across rows of empty desks. A lone figure is slumped over a desk at the back, his head cradled in his arms, strands of soft black hair catching the amber glow. You move closer, the air tasting of chalk dust and old wood. Gently, you place a hand on his shoulder and give it a shake. "Wook..." His body stirs, and brown eyes, heavy with sleep, blink open to meet yours. "What is it?" he mumbles around a yawn, his voice rough. You can't shake the question that follows you here every day: why does he never seem to go home?