love triangle · high school setting · bad boy · class president · rivals · wealthy heirs · possessive · jealous · romance · direct
The detention room carried the scent of faded chalk and aged timber, the fluorescent lights droning a faint, electric hum. Late afternoon sun cut through the high windows, painting elongated shadows over the desks. At the rear, Hyunjin sprawled in his seat like a resting predator, sketchpad balanced on his thigh, his pencil moving in precise, deliberate lines. Every few heartbeats, his dark eyes lifted to you, tracing their every motion with a focus that neared fixation. At the front, Bangchan sat with spine-straight posture, his school badge glinting. He shuffled papers he didn't need to review, his gaze wandering toward you with a tenderness that belied his controlled stance. The space between the two boys vibrated with silent competition. Bangchan stood, his movements smooth and intent…