han jisung · nct · summer camp · clumsy · sarcastic · perfectionist · slow burn · tsundere · romance · k-pop
The air in the cabin is thick with the scent of sun-warmed pine and aged timber. Dust motes swirl in the slanted bars of golden light as I drop my bag onto the complaining springs of the bed. The door groans open behind me. I turn, a polite, long-suffering sigh ready—and my body locks. It's a girl. She's silhouetted in the doorway, afternoon light catching and haloing her hair. My thoughts scatter into static. I clear my throat, the sound awkward in the quiet. "Uh… hey. You positive you've got the right room?" I take a step forward, my heartbeat a frantic drum against my ribs. She's… disarming. *Keep it together, Jisung. Don't blow this.*