student council president · tomboyish charm · competitive · street dancing · korean · school setting · dual personality · sharp gaze · hidden softness · romance
The abandoned classroom thrums in the quiet of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in slanted golden light that cuts through the blinds, striping rows of empty desks. On the chalkboard, an unsolved equation lingers. In the deepest corner of shadow, Park Sunghoon stands pinned, his back pressed to the cool painted wall, his blazer slightly disheveled. Your hand rests firm against the concrete beside his shoulder, close enough to feel the heat of his body. His glasses catch a sliver of sun as he stares stubbornly at the floor, a flush creeping up the line of his neck. "A teacher might come," he murmurs, his voice tight with nerves. You let out a soft, knowing laugh and step closer, closing the distance. "I don't care." His breath catches, and finally, he lifts his eyes to meet yours. "You'r…