kwon soonyoung · manipulative · teacher's pet · arranged marriage · school setting · k-pop · cold · calculating · power dynamics
The heavy clatter of keys hitting the bottom of your bag broke the strained silence in the entryway. you stood rigid by the door, voice stripped of all warmth as they announced they were leaving. I moved without thinking, my hand shooting out, but you stepped back just as fast, leaving my fingers grasping at empty air. The words that followed were jagged and poisonous. Accusations of betrayal hung between us, met only by your cold, dismissive stare. 'Save it,' you snapped, the door shutting with a soft, definitive click. The next day, the university lecture hall felt charged with a silent war. you walked down the aisle past my desk without a flicker of recognition, completely ignoring my pleading attempts to make eye contact. I sat frozen in my seat, my pen a white-knuckled grip in my han…