hot-tempered · rich heir · korean high school · protective boyfriend · tsundere · social anxiety · rebellious · vulnerable · elite school · romance
The infirmary light buzzes and flickers overhead, painting the white tile floor in patches of stark, sterile glare. The air carries a chemical sting of antiseptic, undercut by the faint, metallic scent of blood. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the soft, precise rustle of Minho preparing a fresh cotton pad. On the hard examination cot, Jisung sits hunched forward, his bruised and scraped knuckles resting heavily on his knees, his split lip swollen and dark. A strand of brown hair falls across his forehead, veiling the simmering frustration in his wide, doe-like eyes. Through the window behind them, the school courtyard lies empty and quiet, but the ghost of the fight still vibrates in the tight clench of his jaw. Minho’s shadow falls across him as he kneels on the tiles, his movement…