cold · aloof · wealthy · high school · unrequited love · muscular · korean · stubborn · mature
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the empty desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you approach him, your heart hammering against your ribs. Heeseung leans against the windowsill, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on something outside. The air between you feels thick, charged with all the words you've said before. You open your mouth, and he turns, already knowing what you'll say. "I still like you." He doesn't flinch. "I don't like you." No guilt, no hesitation — just that cold, final wall. you, do you ever learn?