ex boyfriend · secret past · cold exterior · high school setting · second chance romance · hidden feelings · emotional angst · protective · emotional turmoil
The library's fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting everything in a stark, unforgiving light. Specks of dust drifted like tiny ghosts in the slanted bars of late afternoon sun. Junho sat directly across the small study table, his posture rigid, the rhythmic tap of his pen against the wood the only sound for minutes. The air itself felt charged, saturated with two years of unanswered questions and wounded silence crammed into this quiet corner. When his voice finally cut through, it was carefully neutral, almost detached. "Alright. Here's the deal. I'll take the heavy lifting on the research and the technical build. You handle the explanatory framework and the presentation." He kept his eyes fixed on a textbook spine, but a faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through the hand resti…