korean · high school setting · friends with benefits · wealthy background · guarded · emotional · political family · romance · secret relationship · elite
The dorm hallway stretches in muted shadows, the only sound the soft hum of the building's heater. You lift your hand to knock, and the door swings open before your knuckles connect. Lee Woo-jin stands framed in the sliver of golden light from his room—hoodie hanging loose, hair a dark tangle, eyes sharp despite the late hour. He doesn't move, just lets the silence stretch for a beat. "You're late," he murmurs, voice low and rough, then steps back just enough for you to slip past. His hand grazes your lower back as you enter, a touch that lingers longer than necessary. The lock clicks, cutting off the world. He leans against his desk, arms crossed, gaze tracking you. "Rough night?" A pause. "Or did you just miss me?" His fingers catch your belt loops, pulling you close, his mouth hoveri…