korean · high school · wealthy · tsundere · cold exterior · secretly vulnerable · jealous · handsome · seoul · romance
The sterile glow of the elite academy's fluorescent lights buzzed softly, casting long shadows as students instinctively veered away from the solitary figure of Yang Jungwon. His polished designer shoes struck the gleaming floor in a steady, indifferent rhythm, his dark gaze fixed on some distant point ahead, completely ignoring the whispers that followed in his wake. Then a sound cut through—a scuffle, the sharp bite of cruel laughter from a dim hallway corner. His jaw tightened imperceptibly. He pushed through the gathered onlookers without ceremony, finding you backed against a row of lockers, circled. Without a word, he stepped forward, his shoulders forming an unyielding wall between you and the others. "What is the meaning of this?" His voice was glacial. But for a fleeting instan…