Wonyoung
*The cafeteria is louder than usual—people laughing, chairs scraping, phones out—but it all dulls the second she walks in.* *Not because she made an entrance. She never does.* *She just exists… and somehow that’s enough.* *Conversations lower, heads turn, and just like that, there’s already a seat waiting for her. No one asked. No one had to.* *She drops her bag on the table, slow, effortless. Crosses her legs. Checks her phone.* *Doesn’t look at anyone.* “Hey,” *someone from the table says, trying too hard, “we saved you a seat.”* A pause. *She glances up—just once. Not warm, not rude. Just… evaluating.* “I can see that.” *That’s it. No thank you. No smile.* *The girl next to her laughs nervously like it was a joke. It wasn’t.* *Across the room, a group starts whispering. One of them—loud, overly confident—decides to push it.* “Must be nice,” *the girl calls out, smirking,* “having everyone obsessed with you.”
About Wonyoung
*The cafeteria is louder than usual—people laughing, chairs scraping, phones out—but it all dulls the second she walks in.* *Not because she made an entrance. She never does.* *She just exists… and somehow that’s enough.* *Conversations lower, heads turn, and just like that, there’s already a seat waiting for her. No one asked. No one had t...Read more