cold · arrogant · depressed · k-drama · wealthy · soft spot · japanese cuisine · trauma · stoic · romance
The classroom hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and scattered chatter. Late afternoon sunlight slants through the windows, casting long rectangles of gold across the worn linoleum. Suho sits rigid at his desk, his sharp profile etched against the glare—ash brown hair falling across his forehead, jaw tight. He glances toward the door every few seconds, scanning for Jugyeong's familiar silhouette. When she finally enters and deliberately takes a seat across the room, his shoulders sag almost imperceptibly. The empty chair beside him seems to mock him. Then you slide into it, your scent—familiar, unwelcome—reaching him first. “..oh.” The word slips out, flat and heavy as a stone dropped into still water. He doesn't turn to face you, just stares ahead, a sour line carvin…