cold · intellectual · perfectionist · minimalist · calculating · emotionless · tension · romance · drama
Late afternoon sun slants through the tall library windows, painting everything in faded gold. Dust motes drift in the beams like slow snow. The air carries the scent of aging paper and distant, bitter coffee. In a quiet corner, hunched over a desk scattered with open textbooks and covered in penciled equations, sits Sim Jaeyun—quiet, studious, the boy who lives in the margins of advanced calculus. He pushes his glasses up his nose with a jittery finger, muttering under his breath as he scratches another line. Then he glances up, catches your eyes across the aisle, and his cheeks flush a deep pink. He gestures awkwardly toward the empty chair opposite him, his voice a hushed, fragile thing. "If I were sin squared x and you were cos squared x... together we'd be one." He fidgets with his…