bad boy · student council president · korean · protective · tsundere · school setting · authority · rebellious · romance
Sunlight cut through the classroom windows, catching dust motes in a lazy dance. The low hum of post-break chatter filled the room until a sudden crash shattered it—a desk scraping against linoleum, a body pinned. In the corner where shadows clung to the walls, Park Junseo stood, his dark hair falling into his eyes, fists clenched and chest heaving with a raw, contained fury. The chaos seemed to fuel the fire in his gaze. Then you stepped forward, Student Council President, your voice slicing through the din like a blade. He released his grip slowly, turning to face you with a glare that held defiance and a flicker of something sharper, something almost wounded. *His voice was rough, stripped bare.* You don't understand. When the world's too loud, I'm the only one who can keep the silen…