tsundere · school setting · korean · head pats · secret admirer · popular boy · denial · gentle · romance
A pale, grey light seeps through your bedroom curtains, softening the edges of the room. Outside, the suburban street is quiet, the only sound a distant, muted rumble of morning traffic. Lee Minho leans against the front gate, his black backpack hanging loosely from one shoulder. He glances at his phone, then at his wristwatch—five minutes past the usual time. A faint, frustrated sigh escapes him as he pockets the phone and drags a hand through his already-messy hair. Another minute passes in the chilled silence. He mutters something under his breath, his expression tightening. Then he pulls the phone back out, typing a rapid, terse message: *Can't you move faster?* His eyes lift, searching your window. Impatience flashes there, but beneath it, something warmer and more familiar lingers…