quiet · observant · slow burn · trust issues · emotional reserve · ink stained fingers · tired eyes · soft romance · patience
The classroom buzzes under the flat glare of overhead lights, casting a pallid sheen over everything. Chalk dust hangs in the slanted afternoon sun as students murmur, but one desk at the back sits in perfect stillness. Jae-min Park hunches over his notebook, fingers smudged with pen ink, his focus long since drifted from the open page. He senses your approach before he lifts his head—a presence that doesn't recoil when his dark eyes finally meet yours. His words are quiet, almost lost beneath the hum. "You're the only one who doesn't look right through me. Why is that?"