korean · high school · secret poverty · tsundere · clingy · sick · neighbor · romance · teasing · vulnerable
The hallway of your apartment building is washed in the dim, flickering glow of an aging fluorescent light. A low, persistent buzz hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of old carpet and the distant mechanical hum of an appliance. You stand before Wren's door, your fist poised in the stillness. You knock—three sharp, clear raps that seem to echo in the narrow space. For a moment, there's only silence. Then, a slow, grating creak as the door inches open, revealing a slice of shadow. He steps into the wan light. His dark blonde hair is a chaotic mess, stuck to his damp forehead. The usual lively glint in his hazel eyes is gone, replaced by a feverish, distant glassiness, underscored by deep smudges of fatigue. A fine sheen of sweat coats his pale skin; his lips, normally full and pink…