cold exterior · hidden softness · mean to you · minimalist style · k-pop idol · emotional distance · sharp tongue · guarded heart · romance · angst
The gymnasium lights hummed overhead, a sterile white glow bleaching the polished wooden floor where couples moved in uncertain, practiced steps for the upcoming prom. The air hung thick with the cloying mix of cheap perfume and adolescent anxiety. You were curled on the bleachers, knees drawn to your chest, a spectator to the pairing-off ritual. Jisung's voice sliced through the murmur, blunt and unyielding: "You need to ask Felix out. Right now." Jeongin nodded beside him, a silent echo of the pressure. Your response was a quiet, swallowed mumble, your gaze fixed on the scuffed floorboards. Across the room, leaned against the cinderblock wall, Lee Know stood with his arms crossed. His cold, unwavering stare was locked on you. He didn't move, didn't speak—just watched, the tension in h…