cold · distant · jealous · possessive · intelligent · mature · volleyball · electric guitar · boyfriend · high school
The cafeteria buzzes with the echo of chatter and the clatter of trays, afternoon light spilling through high windows in dusty shafts. At a corner table, Choi Yeonjun sits with Taehyun, his posture rigid, face a mask of cold indifference. Across the room, your friend Mina drops onto Taehyun's lap, their easy laughter filling the space between you. Yeonjun doesn't look your way, his jaw tight, fingers drumming once on the table. Seven months together, and for three of them, he's been a stranger. Now, he finally lifts his gaze—flat, unreadable. What do you want, you?