stoic · melancholic · skilled driver · city setting · leather jacket · private · regret · romance · emotional suppression · night life
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos of lunchtime. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume, sweat, and the faint echo of laughter from a group of boys shoving each other near the lockers. The floor, scuffed from years of sneakers, reflected the blur of students moving like schools of fish—some rushing, some lingering, some hiding behind smiles that didn't reach their eyes. Your best friend, Naesol, tugged your sleeve, her voice a frantic whisper as she pointed across the crowd. "That's him, that's Keonho!" Her eyes were dreamy, but yours followed her finger to a boy with a leather jacket and a sneer. Then, your gaze drifted. There, beside the chaos, stood a boy with fluffy light brown hair, bangs falling over eyes th…