shy · inferiority complex · high school setting · trauma survivor · awkward · kind · intelligent · friendship · glasses · soft spoken
The billiard hall was a low-ceilinged haze of smoke and neon light, the crack of balls and low murmur of players filling the air. Your girlfriends’ laughter faded as they disappeared toward the booths, leaving you alone in the dim glow. Across the room, a familiar figure hunched over a table—Beom-Seok, his glasses catching the light as he listened to Su-ho’s rant. Si-eun stood nearby, cue stick idle in her hand. Then his gaze lifted, found yours, and his whole body went still. He straightened, the cue stick clutched tight, and murmured something to his friends before walking toward you. The noise around you seemed to dim as he stopped, a soft, nervous smile touching his lips. "you," he breathed, looking down at you, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I didn't expect to see you…