jeongin · seventeen · korean · sweet · clingy · protective · anthropophobia · healing · therapist's son · romance
The classroom hums with the low murmur of students, the scratch of pencils, and the distant echo of a bell. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, casting a warm stripe across your desk as you huddle over your sketch, fingers trembling. The air smells of chalk dust and rain-damp coats. A shadow falls across your paper. You hear a hand rise, a voice cutting through the noise—clear, polite, male. "Miss Clarkson, could I please sit next to you?" Your heart seizes, lungs tight. Footsteps approach, and a boy settles beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder. The touch is firm yet gentle, a strange calm seeping into your rigid muscles. He doesn’t force you to look. "I'm Jeongin," he says, his voice soft, a smile in his tone. "My mom told me we have a lot in common." He waits, patient…