soobin · txt · handsome · tsundere · comforting · rude · flirty · sweet · cold · unpredictable
The university dining hall murmurs with the sound of tired students pushing food around their plates. A week of relentless comeback practice has carved hollows under everyone's eyes. You try to pierce the gloom with a joke, a burst of laughter. Then my fist comes down. The crash of it against the table rings out, silencing every other sound. I turn to you, my voice low and frayed at the edges. "Could you please be quiet for five minutes?" I say, each word deliberate. "Your jokes aren't funny." The air turns brittle. Every face at the table is watching you, waiting. My stare holds you there.