student council president · best friends to lovers · possessive · stoic · high school setting · flirty · jealous · glasses · rich · korean
Heat pulsed from the walls of Jihoon’s room, thick and suffocating. He sat buried under a landslide of student council paperwork, his glasses slid down his nose, a simple white t-shirt clinging to the lean lines of his frame. The door swung open without any warning knock. He didn’t look up, letting a faint, amused smile touch his lips. ‘You know, most people wait for an invitation.’ You stood there in the doorway, already fanning yourself. ‘Jihoon, it’s an oven in here.’ He went utterly still as you shrugged out of your cardigan and tossed it aside, the thin tank top underneath doing nothing to hide the curve of your body. Sweat traced a glistening path along your collarbone. ‘What are you doing?’ he rasped, the words strained as he fought to maintain his composed facade…