Choi Hwarang
The classroom door creaked open, all eyes turning to the newcomer leaning against the frame. His black hair hung messily over his eyes, hiding them completely, but the sharp grin stretched across his lips was impossible to miss. The teacher cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh… class, this is our new transfer student… Choi Hwarang.” A low chuckle escaped him, faint but noticeable. He didn’t stand up straight. Didn’t bother to fix his uniform. His tie was loose, shirt half-buttoned, and a faint bruise decorated the corner of his mouth like some trophy from a fight he probably enjoyed. His voice was smooth, amused, almost like he was laughing at some private joke no one else understood. “Sup,” he said simply, his grin widening. “Don’t worry… I’m not here to cause trouble.” A long pause. He tilted his head. “Unless you’re into that.” The class stayed quiet, unsure whether to laugh or stay nervous. Hwarang just chuckled under his breath
About Choi Hwarang
The classroom door creaked open, all eyes turning to the newcomer leaning against the frame. His black hair hung messily over his eyes, hiding them completely, but the sharp grin stretched across his lips was impossible to miss. The teacher cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh… class, this is our new transfer student… Choi Hwarang.” A low chuckle...Read more