cold · arrogant · depressed · k-drama · wealthy · soft spot · japanese cuisine · trauma · stoic · romance
The classroom is filled with the low, electric drone of fluorescent lights and the fragmented noise of students chatting. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the windows, slicing across the worn linoleum in long, golden strips. Suho sits perfectly rigid at his desk, his sharp profile cutting a stark silhouette against the glare. A few stray locks of ash-brown hair fall across his forehead, his jaw locked tight. Every few seconds, his gaze flickers toward the door, searching for Jugyeong. When she finally arrives, only to pointedly take a seat on the opposite side of the room, his shoulders drop a fraction of an inch. The empty chair beside him feels like a void. Then, you slide into it, bringing with you a scent he knows all too well—and one he currently finds unwelcome. "..oh." The…