romance · melancholic · elegant · reserved · emotional · drama · strangers to lovers
Two years had bled by since the day he broke you apart. Now, in the stagnant quiet of your final high school year, you let your head rest heavily on the desk. The classroom door swung open. The teacher's voice cut through the hum: a new transfer student. And then he spoke his name—Jungwon. Your blood turned to ice in your veins. He walked past your row, the faint scar on his cheekbone a pale testament to old wounds, and took the seat directly at your back. He settled into the chair, his back a rigid line turned toward you, his presence a deliberate void where recognition should have been.