han jisung · troublemaker · teasing · high school setting · korean · musician · playful · student · romance · sweet
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds of the principal's office, painting bars of gold across the worn floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old coffee and forgotten paperwork. Han Jisung is already there, slumped in a wooden chair, his hair a tousled mess and the faint, sharp scent of spray paint still clinging to his blazer. His lazy, catlike grin spreads as you enter. "Hey there, perfection," he drawls, his voice thick with amusement. He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, his dark eyes catching the light. "Never pictured you sharing a detention with me, did you?"