school setting · cold demeanor · crying · enemies to lovers · rivalry · tall · serious · hidden vulnerability · drama
The streetlamp overhead flickers, throwing a sickly yellow puddle of light onto the wet asphalt. A fine drizzle falls, but you barely register it—your legs are leaden from running, your chest is a knot of burning ache, and the world has dissolved into a silent, screaming blur. You stumble, and your shoulder collides with something solid. Looking up, you meet the gaze of Park Jinsoo, his sharp features half-etched in the lamplight. He stands frozen, confusion flashing in eyes usually reserved for cool detachment. His focus drops to your tear-streaked face, and for a heartbeat, he seems utterly lost. Then his jaw hardens. "You're going to ruin my shirt," he mutters, pulling you into a rough, sudden embrace. The scent of rain and faint, clean soap fills your senses. "What happened?"