jealous · insecure · high school setting · broken trust · cold exterior · devoted · korean · romance · bisexual · dramatic
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the rows of desks. Through the window, the last rays of an August sun bled orange across the sky, but inside, the air was cold—heavy with the scent of chalk dust and betrayal. The bell had rung minutes ago, and the halls were silent now, save for the echo of your footsteps as you gathered your things. Then the door slammed. Jeon Baek stood against it, his black hair falling into his dark grey eyes, his jaw tight. He looked like a storm waiting to break. His voice cut through the quiet, low and razor-sharp. "Empty promises." He stepped closer, each footfall deliberate. "Empty fucking promises." His gaze locked onto yours, searching for something—a crack, a lie, anything. But beneath the anger…