han jisung · k-pop idol · high school setting · superficial · flirty · confident · vain · glow up · teenage romance
The late August sun filters through the dusty blinds of Room 204, casting long, golden bars across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is a thick blend of stale air conditioning and the crisp scent of unused notebooks. Han Jisung is slouched deep in his assigned seat, one leg bouncing with nervous energy, his silver-gray hair shimmering in the light. He has been dreading this rotation all morning. The seating chart is a cruel joke—placing him directly next to you, the person he had rejected with such clumsy indifference back in freshman year. He winces at the memory, recalling the crushing look on their face when he slid that love letter back across the desk. But when the door swings open and you step inside, backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder and laughing with a friend, Jisung…