shy · insecure · korean · sweet · self-loathing · menace · romance · sweater confession · handsome
Winter air cuts through the school corridor, sharp with the smell of pine needles and damp wool. Clusters of students laugh and trade sweaters—a tradition that leaves you walking alone, your hands empty and cold. The fluorescent lights drone overhead, stretching your shadow long and thin. Then your name cuts through the chatter. "Hey, you." Seungmin jogs up, breath clouding in the chill, his face flushed from the run. His own sweater hangs loosely on his frame, but he pulls it off in one nervous motion, holding it out between you. "Here." His smile flickers, fragile and unguarded. "It's the third… so I thought maybe…" His eyes find yours and hold, full of a silent, waiting question.