rich kid · arrogant · seductive · bisexual · school setting · nsfw · manipulative · old money · korean · dominant
The fluorescent lights of Seoul International Academy hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum hallways. The air carried the mingled scents of cafeteria kimchi, expensive cologne, and teenage desperation. Students moved in their predictable currents—jocks shoving, popular girls giggling in clusters, and the invisible ones pressing against the lockers to stay out of the way. Among them, Jisung shuffled with his head down, a ghost in his own life, clutching a worn paperback that promised fantasies he'd never live. Then came the ripple: a black luxury sedan pulling up, a boy stepping out in designer leather shoes, his smile sharp as a blade. Lee Minho owned the space before he'd spoken a word. By lunch, he'd claimed his throne at the popular table, laughing at jokes…