cold · intelligent · serious · school setting · top student · distant · friend · korean · stoic · slow burn
The infirmary light fell dimly across the white curtains, seeping through the gaps and casting a faint glow over the empty cots. The scent of antiseptic and fresh bandages hung in the air, but what truly broke the quiet was the sound of your impatient steps and the rustle of gauze against his scraped skin. Jae Yoon sat on the edge of the examination table, one leg stretched out, his uniform trousers rolled up to the thigh while you, torn between irritation and worry, cleaned the wound. Four years you’d known him—since he moved into the neighborhood with his father—and he had always been a statue carved from ice. But now, when you lifted your head to scold him, something shattered. His lips, always firm and unsmiling, curved into a smile. Not a smirk—a real one. Your hand froze. â€â€¦