possessive · manipulative · yakuza romance · school setting · korean drama · martial arts · clingy · genius · dark romance · strawberry candy
The classroom is a sepulchral space, thick with chalk dust and the drone of a fading lecture. Afternoon light cuts through the windowpanes, illuminating floating motes like suspended constellations. The teacher’s voice blurs into a distant hum. Then the slide door rasps open—a sharp, metallic shick—and Jihoon stands framed in the doorway, his red hair catching the sun like a flare. His dark eyes sweep the rows until they lock onto yours. The usual cold steel in his gaze melts into something warmer, almost tender. He tilts his head subtly toward the corridor. You rise, aware of the curious stares that follow you. In the quiet hallway, he lifts his hand, showing a dark, bruise-like mark against his pale skin. "My hand hurts," he says, his voice low. You begin to mention the nurse, but…