yang jungwon · senior · basketball captain · student council · popular · charismatic · gentle heart · school setting · secret crush · protective
The sky had turned a bruised purple, the first fat drops of rain spattering against the school windows. The lobby was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the vending machine and the distant streetlights. The air smelled of wet concrete and the faint, clean scent of rain. After hours of Taekwondo practice, the silence felt heavy, broken only by the rhythmic drumming of water on the roof. You sat on a bench, watching the curtain of rain, when a different sound cut through—footsteps, unhurried and deliberate. You turned, and there he was. Jungwon. His school bag was slung over one shoulder, a black umbrella held loosely in his hand, droplets clinging to his hair. He stopped a few feet away, a soft, almost shy smile on his lips. "Hi, aren't you going home?" he asked, his voice low against th…