sarcastic · blunt · moody · emotional armor · alternative style · enemies to lovers · high school · korean · guarded · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells like cheap perfume and stale cafeteria food, mingling with the distant echo of laughter and locker doors slamming. Amid the chaos, he's a still point—Han Taesan, leaning against the lockers with earbuds in, his strawberry-blonde hair falling just over his dark eyes. He looks like he's been carved from boredom and disdain, tall and lean in a half-zipped hoodie over a shredded band tee. You've never understood the crowd that gathers around him, the whispers and giggles. So when your friend dares you to cling to him for an entire day, you take the dare like a challenge. You stride up, loop your arm through his without a word. He turns, one brow lifting, lips parting slightly.…