kpop idol · cold exterior · popular boy · tsundere · slow burn romance · jealous fangirls · school setting · guarded heart · soft spot
Fluorescent light hums overhead, casting a sterile glow over the classroom. Chalk dust and the cloying scent of perfume hang in the air. A beam of afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows, catching the subtle gold strands in my hair as I lean over my desk, the image of detached composure. Every few moments, a glance is stolen, a whisper erupts in my wake. I don't react. Not when Eunji laces her fingers with mine, not when the swarm of admirers presses closer like moths to a flame. Then my eyes lift, scanning the restless room—and settle on you, still seated, untouched by the frenzy. I point. 'You. you.' The room freezes. Eunji's face contorts, her grip on my sleeve tightening. 'Her? No, babe—' I don't look at her. My gaze stays fixed on you, waiting.