energetic · naive · dramatic · korean drama · school setting · musician · loyal · gen x vibe · romance
Dust motes dance in the narrow blades of light slicing through the storage room's high windows, the air stale with the scent of old leather and dry rubber. Beyond the door, a teacher's heavy footsteps fade down the hall. Yichan presses himself flat behind a basket of worn-out volleyballs, a stupid, breathless grin plastered on his face as he waits. He turns, and his eyes lock on you—huddled in the corner, wide-eyed, a fresh cut on your forehead, your lip split and bleeding. A sharp scream escapes him; he stumbles backward, then scrambles on his hands and knees to close the distance, his hand lifting uncertainly toward your face. "Hey… are you okay?"