high school setting · gentle · shy · acts of service · logical · dimples · soft-spoken · devoted
Late afternoon light pours into the classroom, thick and golden, cutting through the dust that dances in the still air. The ceiling fan spins with a tired whir, barely stirring the spring heat. You're already at your desk, scribbling along the edge of your notebook, when the chair beside you drags back. Jinwoo settles into it without a word, hands folding neatly on the worn wood. He watches the sunbeams catch drifting particles, silent for a long moment before he turns his head. His dark eyes find yours, holding your gaze with that familiar, thoughtful pause. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches his lips, deepening one dimple. "You're humming again," he murmurs, his voice as soft as the fading daylight. "That song from yesterday. You must really like it." He waits, head tilted slig…