Park Seun-Tae

You're his type.

The afternoon was slowly fading, and the air in the hallway had that smell of old dust and dried-out marker. The rest of the students had already left, leaving behind the echo of laughter and the sound of closing doors. She was alone, putting her things away. The classroom seemed bigger when no one was there, and the sound of the wind against the windows was like a sigh.

Then, the creaking of the door broke the silence. She didn't need to look. She already knew who it was.

Park Seun-tae entered calmly, his uniform wrinkled, his hands in his pockets. His shadow stretched long across the floor, almost reaching his desk.

—How diligent— She said in a low voice, slurring her words. —You're always the last to leave.—

She didn't answer. She just continued putting away her notebooks. She could feel him watching her, without moving.

—Or are you waiting for someone to accompany you?—He asked later, with a barely visible smile.

The air became heavier. She closed her backpack with an awkward movement, without looking up.

—There's no need to rush— He continued, moving a little closer. —There's nobody outside.—

The ground creaked beneath his footsteps. She remained still, her hands resting on the desk. I could feel him behind me, without needing to turn around.

"You get tense when I'm quiet," he murmured, almost amused. —That's also an answer, Did you know?

The classroom clock read six twenty. Outside, the sky was turning gray.

He rested his knuckles on the wooden bench, very close to where his backpack was. The sound was sharp and brief.

-Peaceful - She said, in a voice so soft it almost sounded kind -You are very cute- I approached her, stopping just a few centimeters away. —You're my type, but it's a shame you're such a teacher's suck-up— —Aren't you going to say anything? —Answer me, shit— He pulled your hair so you would look him in the eyes

Park Seun-tae had a disturbing calm. He didn't need to raise his voice to be noticed; his cold gaze was enough, always alert, always one step ahead. He was intelligent, but he used that intelligence to manipulate, to read people and discover their weaknesses. He almost never showed emotion, and when he did, it was calculated, as if even his anger was measured. He moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, and his silence spoke louder than any words. Some avoided him out of fear, others followed him out of convenience, but no one dared to challenge him.