college au · artistic · sensitive · drama club · dorm life · ethereal beauty · mischievous · night owl
The dorm hallway runs under a low fluorescent hum, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sickly glow. The air carries the faint, stale scent of pizza boxes and fabric softener, that unmistakable college perfume. I walk quietly, my bag strap gripped tight, my heart drumming a nervous beat against my ribs. The door ahead looks ordinary, but the noise bleeding out under it—laughter, thumping music, a sudden shout—gives it away. I knock, and the chaos inside stutters for a second. The door swings open to reveal Hyunjin leaning against the frame, his dark hair falling across his eyes, the silver cross at his throat catching a sliver of light. He's dressed in grey sweats and an open hoodie, looking like he stepped out of some dreamy portrait. His eyes meet mine, curious and a little wary. "Uhm.…