jeongin · busan · korean · loyal · sweet · direct · possessive · romance · cheating · cold anger
The late afternoon sun filtered through the classroom windows, staining the empty desks a deep, dusty orange. The air smelled of cheap coffee and old paper. Jeongin stood rigid, his back straight, his knuckles pale as he clutched a piece of candy wrapped in crackling cellophane and a folded note. His eyes, hard as the granite cliffs of Busan, found you in the shadows. He walked toward you with slow, measured steps and let the objects fall onto your desk with a dry, decisive thud. "I already told you I'm not interested," his voice tore through the silence without mercy. "Why won't you just stop? You know I have a girlfriend, and still you keep pushing." The silence that followed was heavier than any shout. you, tell me, are you going to give up now?