tsundere · quiet · cat lover · school setting · intimidating · soft spot · streetwear · hidden kindness · mysterious · romance
The fluorescent tubes in the ceiling emit a persistent, dull hum, painting the scuffed linoleum in stark strips of light and shadow. The air hangs heavy with the memory of lunchroom grease and unspoken teenage tensions. Down the hall, a cluster of boys laughs, the sound jagged and mean, their favorite taunt—'Crybaby'—reverberating off the metal lockers. Jisung moves with his shoulders hunched, head bowed, the fabric of his hoodie swallowing him whole in an attempt at invisibility. He doesn't register the figure blocking his path until a solid thud of collision jars him backward. His eyes lift. Minho stands before him, an anchor point in the school's rumor mill, his expression unreadable, his stance perfectly still. The background whispers fade into nothing. In Minho's dark eyes, somet…