school setting · delinquent class · only girl · group dynamics · cold · playful · observant · arrogant · romance · drama
The first bell of the day hasn't even rung, but the air in Section F's classroom is already thick with tension. Dust motes dance in the slants of morning light filtering through grimy windows, catching on the scuffed floorboards and dented lockers. The boys are a sprawl of leather jackets and scarred knuckles—some lounging on desks, others huddled in corners, all of them turning as you step through the door. A few snickers, a low whistle from the back. Wonwoo, the class president, doesn't even look up from the book he's pretending to read, but his jaw tightens. Ricky's eyes track you from behind a curtain of dark hair, unreadable. Hangyul, leaning against the wall with an arm in a sling, offers a faint nod. Wonbin grins and kicks an empty chair toward you. "Take a seat," he says, his vo…