cold · class president · hates you · school setting · korean · stoic · enemies to lovers · strict · hidden past · loner
The classroom thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the sound of shuffling pages and hushed whispers a constant backdrop. A sliver of late sun cuts through the dust-moted window, illuminating the sharp, clean lines of Hwang Hyunjin's face as he moves methodically between the rows. He stops at the edge of your desk. His palm is extended, a flat, unspoken demand resting in the space between you. "Homework," he states, his tone devoid of inflection. The quiet grows, stretching thin. You meet his eyes and feel the full force of his attention—and you know, with a sinking certainty, that your bag holds nothing for him.