When the Quiet Things Bloom
• a Lee Sangwon fanfiction, Boys ii Planet
• Genre:
⏳Slow-burn, 🏫 High School Romance, 🎢 Push-and-Pull, 😮💨Soft Angst, 💕Warm Fluff, 🥀INFP Sangwon
A/N: prompted AI to narrate a story i came up with, and i ended up loving it so much that i had to share it here with my fellow girliepops who are just as obsessed with Sangwon as i am.
Sangwon’s student ID:
Female lead (Y/N) 🤫:
Setting: Seoul’s elite high school, Saebom Academy
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CHAPTER 1: The Bell Rings Louder When He’s Near
If there was a list of names that made Saebom Academy hum, yours and Lee Sangwon’s would be near the top—his written in clean, understated script, yours with a sharp flick at the end.
You knew of him before you ever knew him.
Sangwon, ace of the school dance team, flawless jawline — somehow the calmest storm you’ve ever seen walk a hallway. He wore his uniform too neatly for someone surrounded by a chaos — Leo’s sudden bursts of laughter, Junil flexing some taekwondo moves, Anxin and Geonwoo freestyling with a basketball, and Kangmin constantly bickering with Junmin over playlists. Junseo, the ever-composed student council president, trying (and often failing) to keep the group in check. Despite the whirlwind of personalities, together, with all their chaos and charm, they were easily the most popular group in our year.
Sangwon would just walk a little behind them, headphones in, an opened book in one hand. Yet, he still managed to steal attention effortlessly. Maybe it was the way he didn’t try.
You? You were no background character either. Popular for your brains and your boldness, you had that kind of confidence people borrowed when their own ran out. You called out teachers and won over their respect, breezed through classes, and walked like the hallways owed you rent.
Naturally, your paths crossed. But nothing about it felt natural.
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It started with assigned seats.
He sat one row behind you, diagonally across. And sometimes—rarely—you felt it: his eyes on your shoulder when you answered a question, a soft breath of laughter when you rolled your eyes at a class announcement, his fingers tapping his pencil against the desk when you bit your pen cap.
You turned once. Just once.
And caught him.
Instead of looking away, he blinked slowly. Then tilted his head and offered the barest smile—one that didn’t reach his eyes but still felt sincere.
You didn’t smile back.
But you thought about it for days.
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A group project gone wrong.
You were paired with Sangwon, much to the delight of the classroom whisperers.
“I heard they don’t even talk,” someone muttered behind a textbook.
But you did talk.
On the rooftop during lunch, avoiding the noise of the cafeteria, he asked you quietly, “Do you want to do the PowerPoint or the report?”
“PowerPoint,” you said without looking at him. Then, “Unless you suck at writing.”
His lips twitched. “I don’t.”
A pause. Then you both sat in silence, the wind teasing your hair into your face. He didn’t move to help, but you had a feeling if you asked, he would.
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He started leaving sticky notes on your notebook when you left it behind during lunch.
You replied by scribbling comebacks in the margins of his practice sheets when he left them unattended in the dance studio.
He said “nice presentation” with no inflection but watched your reaction from the corner of his eye.
You told Leo, loudly, “He’s not even that cool,” just to see if he’d flinch.
He didn’t.
But the next day, he wore his hoodie half-zipped, and you caught yourself looking a second too long.
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A rumor spread—he was seen talking closely with someone from Class 2-B. You ignored it.
Until you couldn’t.
You texted him: We still good for the project meeting?
He replied: Yeah. Are you okay?
You didn’t answer.
At the library, he slid a coffee your way and waited. Quiet. Unassuming.
“I don’t care who you talk to,” you finally said.
He met your eyes. “You sure?”
And just like that, your walls bristled.
“I’m not the one playing games,” you said, standing.
His voice, low but firm, followed you: “Neither am I.”
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It was snowing 🌨️
You were on cleaning duty, wiping windows near the courtyard when you spotted him. Alone. Sitting on the steps, snow gathering in his hair like dust.
You joined him without asking.
“I like the snow,” he said.
You nodded. “It’s quiet. Like you.”
He turned his head to look at you. “You’re not.”
You smiled. “That a complaint?”
He shook his head. “That’s why I notice you.”
You almost answered. But you didn’t.
Instead, you leaned your shoulder against his for a brief second.
He didn’t move away.
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Chapter 2
