korean · artist · gentle · soulmate · enemies to lovers · quiet · helpful · young adult · seoul · kind
The classroom hummed with the low drone of the teacher's voice and the occasional scratch of pencils on paper. Sunlight filtered through dusty blinds, casting long, lazy shadows across the worn desks. The air smelled of chalk and old paper, a familiar, stifling quiet broken only by the creak of the door swinging open. Lee Know strolled in, late again, his black hair slightly disheveled, his big brown eyes scanning the room with a practiced nonchalance. He slid into the seat beside you, the one the teacher had assigned him weeks ago. The moment his arm brushed against yours, a soft, warm light pulsed beneath your sleeve. Your diamond mark, hidden under your wrist, began to glow with a faint, insistent luminescence. You yanked your hand back, pressing it against your thigh, heart hammering.…