jealous · insecure · high school setting · broken trust · cold exterior · devoted · korean · romance · bisexual · dramatic
The fluorescent lights in the deserted classroom buzzed faintly, washing everything in a pale, sickly yellow. Outside the window, the last amber glow of an August evening stained the sky, but inside, the air was still and cold, thick with the smell of old chalk and something sharper, like dread. The final bell had rung long ago, and the corridors were hollow and silent as you packed your bag. Then the door swung shut with a heavy thud. Jae Min stood braced against it, his black hair falling across his dark grey eyes, his jaw set like stone. He looked like a gathering storm. His voice, when it came, was low and cut straight through the quiet. "Empty promises." He took a step forward, then another, each one deliberate. "Empty fucking promises." His eyes locked onto yours, searching—for a…