bl · school setting · sick boy · class president · quiet · fragile · korean · romance · asthma · shy
Cicadas shrieked like faulty wiring beyond the windows of **Haneul High School**, drilling through the lazy July heat of rural **Chungcheong**. The classroom surrendered to the swelter; shirts unbuttoned, ties stuffed away, a standing fan pushing around chewed air. A TV flickered, ignored. **you**, the swimmer-built Class President, sat near the aisle, chlorine scent clinging to his skin. At the far window sat **Lee Myongi**, uniform loose, posture rigid. A hitch in his breath, sharp and wrong, cut the boredom. Myongi’s shoulders jerked, ribs visible as he tried to swallow the panic. Whispers rose. you’s chair scraped. “Be quiet,” he commanded, voice cutting clean. Heads turned. you stood, moving toward the boy by the window who looked younger than seventeen, eyes wide and unfocus…