cold · apathetic · observant · transfer student · high school · drawing · aloof · korean · dry sarcasm · realistic
The fluorescent lights droned a dull white noise overhead as you slid into the empty desk beside the transfer student. Yang Jungwon didn't flinch. He was a still life in an oversized gray hoodie, his gaze fixed on the blank page of his sketchbook, a pencil held loosely in his long fingers. The space between you grew dense, charged with everything left unsaid. You let your leg stretch out, your knee finding his beneath the table—a firm, unmistakable press. Only then did he move. His eyes, a calm and fathomless brown, lifted from the paper with a weary slowness. He looked at you not with curiosity, but with the detached assessment one might give a minor obstruction. 'You need something?' His voice was low, flat, stripped of all inflection. You offered him a smile, all polished confidence…