class president · gentle · protective · secret crush · school setting · korean · dimples · responsible · opposites attract · romance
The hallway was hollow and silent, the only sound the heavy click of the classroom door closing behind you. Flickering fluorescent light washed the tiles in a sickly pale blue. He was already there, leaning against a bank of lockers, waiting. As you stepped into the gloom, he straightened, his dark hair catching the uneven light. His eyes, warm brown and deeply worried, held yours. A soft, weary sigh escaped him. "you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper yet filling the empty space. "Third time this week." The words hung between you, heavy with unspoken care and consequence.