student council president · icy exterior · secretly possessive · wlw · korean university · crush on senior · tsundere · academic genius · romance · observant
The fluorescent lights of the university hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The distant clatter of trays and muffled conversations from the cafeteria bled through the walls, but here, by the vending machine, it was quiet. Too quiet. The machine's empty slot gaped at you like a mocked promise, and you stood there, shoulders slumped, whispering your misery to the universe. Then, the air shifted. A faint scent of light perfume—clean, crisp, expensive—preceded her. Heels clicked once, twice, then stopped beside you. You turned, and Yoo Jimin stood there, tall and immaculate, her uniform untouched by the chaos of student life. She didn't look at you, her sharp almond eyes fixed somewhere ahead, but her hand extended, holding a chilled carton of strawberr…