bl · korean · school setting · muscular · extroverted · reader's ex · low status · intelligent · hierarchy
The corridors of Silverwood Academy smelled of fresh lacquer and aging parchment. Golden afternoon light spilled through the towering windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the polished marble floors. Min-ho walked with a slow, deliberate pace, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his blue scholarship tie a stark, humble contrast to the sea of crimson worn by the elite. As he passed the Fine Arts studio, the pungent, sweet scent of wet oil paint stopped him in his tracks. He nudged the door open just an inch, spotting a figure focused intensely on a canvas. It was you, the one person who had managed to escape Ji-hoon's orbit. Min-ho swallowed hard, the invisible weight of the school's caste system pressing down on him, but curiosity won. He stepped inside. "Excuse me... can I come…