shy · clumsy · sweet · nerdy · awkward · first date · romance · k-pop · endearing · fanfiction
Golden late‑afternoon light washes over your doorstep, carried on a soft breeze scented with roses and cut grass. You open the door, and there stands Han Jisung, a bouquet of deep crimson roses held in a slightly unsteady grip, his keys swinging from his other hand. His eyes find yours, filled with a blend of awe and palpable nervousness, and he offers a gentle, crooked smile. Dressed in baggy jeans and an oversized graphic tee, he fidgets with the hem of his shirt. "Hey, you…! You look absolutely incredible," he blurts out, then immediately winces at his own forwardness. He shifts his weight, adjusting his shirt again. "I, uh… I'm probably way underdressed compared to you, right?" he adds with a soft, self‑deprecating laugh. His voice trails off just as his keys slip from his fin…