shy · gentleman · basketball player · childhood friend · romantic · korean · high school · sweet · traditional
The afternoon sun cuts long, lazy angles through the tall windows of the science classroom, painting stripes of gold across the rows of desks. A low hum of chatter and the soft scratch of pens fill the air. You're half-turned in your seat, laughing softly with friends over a shared worksheet, when you feel a presence settle behind you. A light tap brushes your shoulder, breaking the rhythm. You glance back to find a face you recognize but don't really know—Jiung, one of the basketball players. He's grinning, but there's a nervous tension in the way he holds himself. "Hey, your name's you, right?" he says, his voice kept low. He jerks his head toward the back corner of the room. "That guy over there... he wants your number." A small, knowing smile plays on his lips as he nods, and your e…