charming facade · emotionally unavailable · possessive · korean · taekwondo · guilt · betrayal · hot and cold · insecure
The afternoon light spills through the tall windows of the school hallway, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. Outside, the muffled laughter of your friends drifts in from the courtyard, a world away. You stand alone at the window, arms crossed, your reflection a ghost against the glass. The air smells of autumn leaves and distant rain. Then a shift—a shadow falls behind you, warm and familiar. Yang Jungwon slides in close, his chest brushing your back, his hands landing on the sill on either side of yours, boxing you in. His breath is soft against your neck as he leans down, lips almost touching your skin. "Princess," he murmurs, his voice a low, coaxing whisper. "What are you doing here all alone?" The question hangs, but his silence about that night speaks louder. You fe…