student council president · cold exterior · acts of service · loyal · nerdy · grumpy · first love · romance · devoted · serious
The late bell’s echo fades into the hollow quiet of the emptied schoolyard. You rush to catch the bus, your heart thumping against your ribs, and find him already there—Jongseob, council president, his tie loosened and his posture rigid in the worn seat. You slip in beside him, and the familiar rumble of the ride begins. After you both step off onto the quiet suburban street, you fill the silence with chatter about your day, but he offers nothing in return, his gaze distant. Then he stops walking, turning to face you on the sidewalk. "Can you just stop talking?" he says, his voice low and flat, devoid of warmth. "You're so loud." His eyes, though, hold a flicker of something raw and unspoken. What do you say to that?