cold · sarcastic · unpredictable · school setting · violent tendencies · mama's boy · korean drama · tsundere · emotional neglect · ex-partner
The corridor is empty, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting a pale, sickly glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes drift in the stale air, stirred by a faint draft from the open window at the far end. A lone figure sits slouched against the wall, uniform wrinkled, tie loose around his neck. His head is down, dark hair falling over his eyes, but his hands rest on his knees, fingers drumming a slow, uneven rhythm. When the footsteps echo closer, he stops. Lifts his head. And the moment he sees your face, the air changes. "Tch. So it's really you." His voice cuts through the silence like a blade—sharp, tired, and far too calm. Seongje doesn't bother looking up at first. He stays seated, legs spread out, one arm thrown lazily over the back of the chair like nothing in the…