yang jungwon · class president · lazy · exhausted · stoic · school setting · romance · k-pop · weary · authority
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Seoul High's classroom, painting long shadows across the rows of desks. The air smells of chalk and the faint, sweet perfume of cherry blossoms drifting in from outside. Amid the quiet hum of a few lingering students, Yang Jungwon stands rigid by the teacher's desk, his sleeves rolled with military precision, a stack of papers clutched to his chest. He's been watching you for the last five minutes—slouched in your chair, phone glowing in your hand, utterly oblivious. He exhales slowly, pushes his glasses up, and walks over until his polished shoes stop right beside your desk. The shadow falls over your screen. "you, we need to talk," he says, voice low and tight. "The charity event is coming up, and every student needs to partic…