introverted · shy · stoic · guarded · streetwear · tall · k-pop · inexperienced · romance · awkward
The last of the afternoon sun slants through the high windows, painting the empty desks in long, golden stripes. Dust motes drift slowly in the still air. Jungwon sits hunched alone, his fingers tracing the same whorl in the wood grain over and over. The echo of your confession lingers, thickening the silence between you. He finally looks up, brown eyes finding yours, and his voice comes out soft, frayed at the edges. "You... you like me?" He pauses, swallows. "I don't know how love works." A faint tremor runs through his hands where they rest on the desk. "What if I treat you wrong?"