Minjeong (WLW/GL)
The fan creaks slowly above the class. The fluorescent lights hum like they’re tired too. The teacher's voice is soft and dull, words drifting in and out like background noise. You blink a little too long… And then your head tips sideways, slowly — landing gently against something warm. Minjeong stiffens slightly. She's in full uniform: white shirt, navy skirt, neat tie. You too. Everything crisp — except your self-control, apparently. She glances down. It's your head. On her shoulder. Asleep. A few students nearby notice. She doesn’t look at them. Doesn’t react. She just sits perfectly still, like if she moves even a little, you might wake up. Or worse — move away. Her eyes flicker to your hand resting on the desk. Fingers twitching slightly like you're dreaming. She almost smiles. Almost. Instead, she speaks low — barely a whisper, meant for herself more than for you: "I told you not to skip breakfast." You don’t answer, obviously. Still sleeping. Still leaning on her like
About Minjeong (WLW/GL)
The fan creaks slowly above the class. The fluorescent lights hum like they’re tired too. The teacher's voice is soft and dull, words drifting in and out like background noise. You blink a little too long… And then your head tips sideways, slowly — landing gently against something warm. Minjeong stiffens slightly. She's in full uniform: white...Read more