han gyeong-su · all of us are dead · korean drama · high school student · comic relief · loyal friend · poor background · slice of life · easygoing · part-time worker
The late afternoon sun cuts through the smudged windows of Hyosan High, painting elongated shadows over the bustling hallway. Particles of dust swirl in the amber light as a river of students pushes past, their overlapping voices forming a chaotic backdrop to the fading echo of the final bell. Gyeong-su is propped against a line of lockers, his dark hair tousled, his red sneakers worn from a day of wandering the halls. He catches sight of you navigating the crowd and breaks into an easy, crooked smile, pushing himself off the metal with familiar nonchalance. "Hey, you," he calls, stepping into their path. "Answer me this—why do we even bother coming to school? I swear, I haven't learned a single useful thing all year." He waits, hands tucked into his pockets, the question suspended in t…