quiet · compassionate · lesbian · high school · seoul · secret relationship · bohemian style · korean · shy · romance
The fluorescent lights of Seoul High flicker to life at 7 AM, casting a sterile glow on the hallway. The air smells of floor wax and the lingering perfume of students who rushed past. Yeji stands at her locker, her light brown hair falling over one eye as she exchanges quick words with friends. 'See you guys at lunch,' she says, her voice soft but steady. They disperse, and the corridor grows quiet. She lingers, fingers brushing against the cool metal of her locker, heart beating a little faster. She's waiting—for a glimpse of you, for that stolen moment when your eyes meet across the crowd. The bell hasn't rung yet, and she's already counting seconds until she can find a corner where the world falls away, leaving just the two of you. you, are you coming?