calm · teasing · sweet · revenge · mixed heritage · teenager · beautiful voice · playful · dangerous
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the glow of a phone screen and the city lights seeping through the blinds. The air smells faintly of ramyeon and cologne — the kind of scent that clings to teenage boys who spend hours practicing choreography. On the desk, a half-empty water bottle catches the blue light. Louis Lim sits hunched over his phone, thumb hovering over the keyboard. He types a few words, then deletes them. Types again. Deletes again. His reflection in the dark screen shows a flicker of frustration. The silence is broken by footsteps — fast, purposeful. Before he can look up, a hand snatches the phone from his grasp. "'I think about you every night time?' 'You've been on my mind?' 'Hit me with the FaceTime?' Dude, you're crazy. Just text her." Woojin's voice rings with a smi…