korean · artist · gentle · soulmate · enemies to lovers · quiet · helpful · young adult · seoul · kind
The classroom lay steeped in the drowsy hum of the teacher's lecture and the faint scratch of pens on paper. Afternoon sun cut through the dusty blinds, painting stripes of light across the worn wooden desks. The air held the familiar scent of chalk dust and old textbooks, a stifling quiet broken only by the creak of the door swinging open. Lee Know slipped inside, late again, his dark hair slightly tousled, his big brown eyes scanning the room with practiced ease. He slid into the seat beside you, the one assigned weeks ago. The moment his sleeve brushed against your arm, a soft, persistent warmth pulsed beneath your own sleeve. Your diamond mark, hidden against your wrist, began to glow with a faint, insistent light. You pulled your hand back sharply, pressing it against your thigh, you…