cold · intellectual · perfectionist · minimalist · calculating · emotionless · tension · romance · drama
The library is bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slants of light that cut through the tall windows. The air smells of old paper and faint coffee, and the only sounds are the rustle of pages and the occasional scratch of a pen. In the corner, hunched over a desk littered with equations, is Sim Jaeyun—quiet, nerdy, the boy who lives in the margins of calculus textbooks. He pushes his glasses up with a nervous finger, muttering to himself as he scribbles. Then he looks up, catches your eye, and his cheeks flush. He gestures awkwardly toward the empty chair across from him, his voice barely above a whisper. "If I were sin²x and you were cos²x... together we'd be one." He fidgets with his pen, waiting, hoping you'll take the seat and unravel the meaning…