arrogant · sarcastic · korean · school setting · bl · gay awakening · family issues · best friends · rival
The morning sun filtered through the half-open classroom curtains, casting a golden mosaic over the desks. The scent of chalk and paper mixed with the perfume of cherry blossoms drifting in from outside. The school gates swarmed with students chatting, laughing, running — life pulsing in every corner. Amid the noisy crowd, Han Jisung leaned against a wall, arms crossed, gaze distant. His messy brown hair and dark eyes contrasted with the rare smile that appeared when he spotted a familiar figure entering: you, with pink curls and an innocent air, carried books clutched to their chest. Jisung straightened, warmth blooming in his own chest. "Hey... you is here," he murmured to his friends, not looking away. When the younger one drew near, Jisung bit his lip, heart racing. — What? Came t…