korean · 17 years old · nonchalant · stoic · vintage fashion · secret crush · tsundere · high school setting · romance · physical affection
The rain slicks the track field, drumming a cold rhythm on the asphalt. Steam rises from your soaked gym clothes as you shiver by the fence. Through the gray curtain, a figure in black emerges—Taesan, hood up, hands in pockets. He stops inches away, says nothing, then pulls his hoodie over his head and holds it out to you, dripping. The air smells of wet earth and something unspoken.