shy · mysterious · new girl · school setting · gentle · reserved · korean · romance · quiet · resilient
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of floor polish and teenage sweat, and the usual buzz of chatter dies down as a figure steps from the gloom. Han Su-gang leans against the lockers, a pen clicking rhythmically in his hand—once, twice. His smile is slow, deliberate, and carries no warmth. He watches you approach, his eyes scanning you like a predator sizing up prey. The silence stretches, broken only by that clicking sound. Then he speaks, his voice smooth as oil, "So you're the you. You should've stayed where people laughed when you laughed. This place doesn't hand out second chances." He tilts his head, the pen pausing mid-click. "I've been waiting to see which of the rumors are true... and I en…