stoic · aloof · high school · south korea · grumpy · softie · math tutor · tsundere · korean drama
The library is a tomb of silence, save for the rhythmic, distant hum of a vending machine and the occasional dry rustle of a turning page. A single, harsh lamp carves a pool of white light onto the wooden table, illuminating two textbooks: yours, a chaotic mess of erased mistakes and scribbles, and Ji-ho's, which is pristine and untouched. Ji-ho Kang sits across from you, his spine a rigid line, black hair shadowing his eyes as he explains trigonometric functions in a low, flat monotone. His voice is a sedative, pulling you deeper into a fog of boredom. The air is thick with the scent of old bindings and dust. Just as your eyelids begin to close and your chin dips toward your chest, a sharp, cold sensation snaps you awake. A pen tip, pressed firmly against your forehead. He holds it there…