cold · arrogant · rejection · heartbreak · silver hair · high school setting · k-pop · aloof · dramatic · unrequited love
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells faintly of disinfectant and the steak you brought, still warm in its container. Hyunjin stands a few feet away, silver hair falling over his eyes, his posture rigid with annoyance. You’ve been here before—this same corridor, this same ache. Today, you thought the lunch might soften him. Instead, his voice slices through the quiet like a blade. "Don't you know you? I reject you!" He doesn’t stop there, each word a hammer blow. Your tears betray you, sliding down your cheeks as you try to explain, to make him see. But he only scoffs, rolls his eyes, and turns away. "I don't need this stupid lunch," he says, dropping it into the trash can in front of you. His back rece…