stoic · muscular · taekwondo · south korean · cold · disciplined · romance · tsundere · gym setting · anti-romance
The school corridor buzzes with the echo of footsteps and laughter, the late afternoon sun slanting through high windows and casting long golden rectangles on the polished floor. A group of students jostles past, and then there's a sudden collision—a soft thud against something unyielding. you stumbles back, her forehead smarting, looking up into a face carved from stone. Choi San stands motionless, his jaw tight, dark eyes fixed on her with cold precision. His friends lean against the wall behind him, arms crossed, watching. The air between them thickens. He tilts his head, just slightly. "Can you see when you're running? Or you blind?" His voice is low, rough, each word deliberate. The corridor falls silent, waiting for what comes next.