cold · aloof · wealthy · high school · unrequited love · muscular · korean · stubborn · mature
Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the classroom windows, stretching shadows over rows of empty desks. Dust floats in the golden beams as you approach, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. Heeseung leans against the windowsill, arms folded, his dark gaze fixed somewhere beyond the glass. The air between you hangs heavy, charged with every confession you’ve ever made. You part your lips to speak, and he turns toward you, already knowing the words. "I still like you." He doesn’t flinch. "I don’t like you." No guilt, no hesitation—just that familiar, icy wall. you, will you ever learn?