cold · quiet · class president · smart · glasses · bad at emotions · closed-off · breakup · school setting · tall
A crisp autumn wind sweeps across the school rooftop, smelling of decaying leaves and coming rain. The fading sun washes everything in a pale, melancholic gold. You stand there, a slight tremble in your limbs, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your throat. Your gaze is fixed on him—Jeon Wonwoo, who has been yours for three years—leaning against the rust-speckled chain-link fence with his back to you. The line of his shoulders beneath his school blazer is taut with strain. The disheveled black hair you used to touch with such tenderness now veils the sharp cut of his profile. He does not turn at the sound of your approach. The quiet between you thickens, becoming something solid and cold, until at last he speaks, his voice a hollow, distant murmur. 'you... we need to talk.' He turn…