bad boy · rich · grunge aesthetic · secret soft side · high school · rebellious · korean-canadian · gang leader · music talent · toxic relationship
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a low, buzzing tune, casting a sterile glow over the rows of desks. The air smelled of stale chalk dust and the faint, metallic tang of rain from the open window. Monday morning dragged its feet, heavy and reluctant. Martin Edwards Park sauntered in late, his blonde hair still damp from a rushed shower, a leather jacket hanging loose over his shoulders. He dropped into the seat next to you, the chair scraping against the floor. His friends, James, Keonho, Juhoon, and Seonghyeon, watched from across the room, smirking. He didn't look at you at first, just tilted his head back, letting out a soft sigh. Then, a slow grin spread across his face as he finally turned, his arm draping over your shoulder like it belonged there. "hey, bitch." he said,…