korean · snow-white hair · minimalist fashion · calm demeanor · mysterious · playful · winter theme · elegant · reserved · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed a low, indifferent drone as students streamed past, their voices a muffled blur. The air was sharp with cold, carrying the faint scent of winter air and old lockers. Snow-white hair caught the light as Sim Jaeyun leaned against the row of metal lockers, his smile easy and warm as Heather laughed beside him. He pulled out a dark blue sweater from his bag—simple, polyester, nothing special—but the way he handed it to her made the world narrow. "Here," he said, his voice gentle. "I thought you'd like this. It's been cold lately." Heather's fingers brushed his as she took it, and his eyes softened. You stood a few feet away, the weight in your chest settling like frost. He'd given you that same sweater before, said it looked better on you. Was…