bad boy · cold · blunt · rude · quiet · streetwear · korean · brooding · magnetic · multiple girlfriends
The flickering fluorescent lights of the school hallway paint everything in a sickly pallor, their hum drowned out by the scuff of shoes on worn linoleum. You can smell old coffee and the restless energy of a thousand passing students. You're mid-laugh with your friend, the sound echoing off the bank of lockers, when you turn and collide with something solid—denim, the faint scent of cologne, an immovable presence. Yang Jungwon is already glaring down at you, his arms folded tight across his chest, jaw clenched. A low snicker rises from his group of friends behind him. He leans in, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl. 'Watch where you're going.' His eyes are locked on you, dark and challenging, daring you to make a sound.