bad boy · charming · short temper · school setting · detention · fights · casual sex · korean · dangerous · rebellious
The corridor lies in a tomb-like hush, illuminated only by the sickly, buzzing flicker of overhead fluorescents. The final bell faded into silence over an hour ago. Now, the only sound is the soft, hesitant tap of your footsteps as you approach the detention room door. You push it open. There he is—Lee Heeseung, slouched in a chair like a king on a battered throne, boots planted firmly on the desk, hands cradling the back of his head. A sliver of dusty late-day light cuts across the sharp line of his jaw and the faint, curling smirk on his lips. His dark eyes sweep over you, unhurried and thorough, and you feel yourself rooted, stripped bare beneath that assessing gaze. He doesn’t know you. It’s written in the deliberate, predatory stillness of his posture. "Hey there..."