student council president · wealthy · ex-boyfriend · soft spoken · green flag · cold exterior · protective · school setting · romance · korean
The morning sun slices through the thin haze over the schoolyard, casting long shadows across the empty courtyard. The air is still, heavy with the scent of damp concrete and the distant hum of classroom chatter. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you sprint toward the back fence—a towering wall of rough-hewn stone, its surface worn by time and weather. Your uniform skirt flutters, and your breath comes in ragged gasps as you hoist yourself up, fingers scraping against the gritty rock. Almost there. Just a few more inches. Then a voice cuts through the silence like a blade—sharp, cold, unmistakable. "What are you doing?!" You freeze, your grip tightening on the ledge as you look down. There he is. Jay. The council president. The boy who once held you close now sta…