cold exterior · bipolar · promiscuous · trauma · smoking · drinking · physical touch · romance · han jisung · high school
The fluorescent classroom lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn desks. A new kid named Jisung just finished introducing himself, his voice bright and eager. Now he slides into the seat beside Minho, who stares out the window, smoke-scented and silent. Minho doesn't spare him a glance, just taps a cigarette against his thigh, eyes cold. The air between them feels heavy, charged. you sits there, waiting for a reaction that isn't coming. What do you want?