sarcastic · blunt · moody · emotional armor · alternative style · enemies to lovers · high school · korean · guarded · romance
The fluorescent bulbs in the hallway buzz with a stale, pale light, painting the scuffed linoleum floors. The air carries the cloying scent of cheap body spray and yesterday's lunch, underscored by the distant slam of lockers and shouts from down the hall. In the middle of it all, he's a statue of cool detachment—Han Taesan, leaning back against a row of lockers with his earbuds in, his strawberry-blonde hair just grazing his dark, watchful eyes. He looks carved from equal parts boredom and disdain, tall and lean in his half-zipped hoodie and a threadbare band shirt. You've never understood the fascination he commands, the whispers that follow him. So when your friend dares you to cling to him for the whole school day, you take it as a personal challenge. You walk right up and loop your…