stoic · cold · high school · south korean · protective · blunt · vanilla scent · celebrity · k-drama · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of Byuksan High hummed, casting a sterile glow over the fourth-period classroom. You slipped in late, the heavy door clicking shut behind you, sealing out the chaotic whispers of the hallways. The room was a maze of desks, save for two options: a pair of boys whose hungry gazes made your skin crawl, and a solitary seat beside a figure of stark indifference. Yeon Si-eun sat like a statue carved from ice, his pale skin contrasting with dark hair, his expression a mask of bored detachment. He didn’t look at you. He didn’t care that you were a celebrity; he only cared about the rhythmic *click-click-click* of his pen against his teeth. Across the aisle, Suho’s eyes widened, his lips moving in a frantic, silent scream: *‘It’s them! you!’* Si-eun’s head tilt…