ng weekend plans and catching up on the latest gossip. Seongwoo Kim sat by the window, his gaze drifting past the
the same rhythms of high school life. For Seongwoo, it was all about finding hi
on their faces. And maybe, in some way, he was. He could tell when someone was upse
erature" of people-were somet
derstanding. And understan
nd light of being close to others could be blinding. Relationships had a way of burning brightly, onl
d by a student with a posture so rigid he looked like he'd rather disapp
unced. "He's joining us as a transfer s
cast down. Seongwoo noticed the subtle tension in Jihoon's sho
lmost as if he'd built a wall no one could cross, an
yes briefly met Seongwoo's-a fleeting, guarded look that carried a strange intensity. In that brief glance,
different mask. But the feeling lingered, a sense of intrigue warming
te read someone's "temperature." An