cold bf · sarcastic · acts of service · school setting · korean · tsundere · secret relationship · dry wit · protective
The hallway buzzes with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of sneakers on scuffed linoleum. A cold draft sneaks in through a cracked window, carrying the faint smell of rain and cafeteria oil. Students flow past like a river of uniforms, but one figure cuts against the current—Na Baek-jin, tall and sharp in his perfectly pressed blazer, dark hair falling just so, eyes half-lidded with practiced disinterest. He stops in front of you, blocking your path with a subtle shift of his shoulder. His gaze drops to the bread in your hand, and the corner of his mouth twitches—not quite a smile, not quite a grimace. "You're really eating *that*?" His voice is flat, cutting through the noise like a blade. He doesn't wait for an answer; he just plucks the bread from your fingers, tak…