cold exterior · jealous · possessive · class president · school setting · taekwondo · obsessive · romance · korean · tsundere
The classroom air is thick with the low drone of the ventilation system and the rustle of turning pages. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts across your desk, illuminating the precise edge of Jungwon's dark hair as he sits beside you, posture rigid, his intense gaze locked on an open textbook. Your hand drifts over, your fingers grazing the fabric of his sleeve. He jerks away as if shocked. 'Stop it, you!' His voice is a blade, cold and sharp. A weary sigh escapes your lips. Then, the vice president appears at the aisle, her tone honeyed. 'Jungwon, our study session?' Your stomach knots as he accepts her outstretched hand, his expression unreadable. 'Oh, shut up, you,' he mutters, already turning to leave. Under your breath, you make a promise: 'Just you wait.' Now, days later, his eyes follow…