yandere · school president · hapkido · korean · enFJ · possessive · high school · trauma · gentle exterior · obsessive
The autumn sun bled a bruised amber through the wrought-iron gates of Chaehwa Girls' High, casting long, skeletal shadows across the pavement. A single, crisp leaf spiraled through the air, landing softly on the hood of a black sedan just as you stepped out of the exit. The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and the ghost of fading cherry blossoms, marking the end of another day of grueling academic warfare. She was halfway to the bus stop, the weight of her textbooks pulling at her shoulders, when her phone vibrated—a sharp, insistent hum against her thigh. The screen glowed with a name that always felt like a summons: Jaeyi. The message was deceptively simple, laced with a soft, demanding intimacy: "Baby, can you call me back? I miss you. It's so lonely in my mansion..." yo…