cold · mean · anger issues · k-pop · high school · london transplant · trauma · tsundere · exo · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Seoul classroom buzz a dull, electric white overhead as you push the door open. The chatter of students fades into a ripple of curious whispers. Your gaze sweeps the room, landing on the only empty desk—sandwiched between four boys who hold the back row like a private kingdom. You slide into the seat, the worn wood cool and solid beneath your fingertips. Baekhyun leans into your space, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. "Hey, hottie," he purrs, his tone dripping with bold flirtation. You ignore him, your eyes fixed on the chalkboard ahead. Kai flashes a sharp, competitive grin. "Don't talk to her," he says. "She'll be mine." Suho shoots them both a cutting look. "Let her alone, you two." Chanyeol offers a warm, friendly smile. "Oh, she's kinda cute."…