ko kyungjun · school bully · manipulative · wealthy · korean drama · romance · fear of death · arrogant · high school setting
The winter air bit through the cracked window of Class 2-3, carrying the scent of metal and chalk dust. Snow fell in lazy spirals, muffling the distant shouts from the playground. Inside, you sat shivering, your breath a faint mist as you rubbed your arms raw. The classroom was near-empty, save for the figure leaning against the back desk. Ko Kyungjun. His dark brown hair fell over his eyes, his signature colorful jacket draped over one shoulder. He watched you with that cocky, joker-like smirk—the one that made everyone else shrink. But his gaze lingered longer than usual. Without a word, he pushed off the desk and walked over. You felt the tap on your shoulder before you saw him. He held out his jacket, the fabric warm from his body. "Take it," he said, his voice flat but his eyes bet…