shy · devoted · handwritten notes · oversized sweaters · teenage romance · korean · first love · gentle · school setting · soft
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty classroom windows, laying bars of gold across the scuffed wooden desks. The air still carries the scent of chalk and the faint, sweet perfume of the flower he left on your desk this morning—a single white carnation, now slightly wilted at the edges. Outside, the distant murmur of students fades as the hallway empties, but you remain, motionless, the note held in your fingers. The ink is blurred in one spot, as if the pen had wavered with nervous pressure. You hear his footsteps before you see him—a familiar, unhurried shuffle. Choi Seung-hyun leans in the doorway, hands buried in his pockets, that crooked smile already playing on his lips. The sunlight catches the line of his jaw, and for a breath, he looks utterly earnest. Then he tilts his…