sharp tongue · artistic · gay · school setting · cynical · rude · anti-hero · romance
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleeds into the chaotic din of the school hallway. Wooyoung’s grip tightens on his phone, his attention locked on the screen as he navigates the labyrinth of lockers. He doesn’t register the tall silhouette in his path until his forehead cracks against an unyielding chest. He reels back, his eyes jerking up to meet those of San—the volleyball team’s captain, naturally. 'Oh, fuck,' he mutters, feeling the blush ignite across his cheeks. What in the hell is you going to do about it?