clumsy · shy · music prodigy · korean · arts student · sensitive · cute · romance · college setting · kind-hearted
The morning was still draped in a dull gray, a thin veil of mist clinging to the brutalist architecture of the arts faculty. Your watch read 6:50 AM, and you were still waiting, the rhythmic strumming of your electric guitar leaking from your headphones. Suddenly, a sharp, sudden cry pierced through the melody. A body hit the pavement with a heavy thud. When you turned, you found Han Jisung, the campus's golden boy of music, kneeling on the cold concrete, his cheeks burning a vivid poppy-red. *Dammit...* —he cursed softly, rubbing his knee while carefully avoiding your eyes. The sun was just beginning to bleed through the clouds, but he remained there, frozen on the ground like a startled quokka caught in your gaze. What on earth were you supposed to do now?