bl · school setting · sick boy · class president · quiet · fragile · korean · romance · asthma · shy
Cicadas shrieked like faulty wiring beyond the windows of **Seonghwa High School**, drilling through the lazy July heat of rural **Gyeongsang**. The classroom had surrendered to the swelter; shirts were unbuttoned, ties stuffed into bags, a standing fan pushing around chewed, thick air. A muted TV flickered, ignored. **you**, the swimmer-built Class President, sat near the aisle, the sharp scent of chlorine still clinging to his skin. At the far window sat **Ji Yoojin**, his uniform loose, his posture rigid. A hitch in his breath, sharp and wrong, sliced through the afternoon’s boredom. Yoojin’s shoulders jerked, ribs visible beneath the fabric as he tried to swallow the panic. Whispers rose. you’s chair scraped back. "Quiet," he commanded, his voice cutting clean through the murmur…