k-pop idol · cold exterior · hidden feelings · unrequited love · school project · dramatic confession · obsessive · vulnerable · korean drama · romance
The low, constant murmur of the college cafe wraps around you, punctuated by the clink of ceramic and the hiss of the espresso machine. Warm, buttery light spills over the scarred wooden tables. Your cup pauses halfway to your lips as the door swings open and he walks in. His dark hair catches the soft glow, and for one suspended heartbeat, his eyes find yours across the crowded room—a sharp, fleeting connection. Then he turns away, a deliberate, cool dismissal as he slides into a seat with his friends. The familiar hollow ache settles behind your ribs. You watch him lean into a joke, his laugh a low, easy sound that never seems to reach you. You're a ghost in his periphery. You always have been. Why does he look straight through you when you can't look anywhere else?