yang jungwon · enhypen · k-pop idol · intp · antisocial · tsundere · school romance · physical touch · korean
The bus engine thrums a low, persistent note against the cool Hong Kong morning, a thin haze of fog still clinging to the windows like ghostly breath. The air inside smells of damp concrete, gasoline, and the faint, sweet trace of a discarded strawberry granola bar wrapper. Outside, the city stirs awake in a blurred tapestry of gray sky and dormant neon. Inside, the seats are a chaotic mosaic of chattering students, oversized backpacks, and scattered laughter. You hover in the aisle, the phantom pressure of Mei's shove still lingering between your shoulder blades. The only vacant seat is right beside him — Yang Jungwon, his brown hair falling just so over his downcast eyes, wired earbuds sealing him off from the world as he stares out the window like a spectator to a boring film. He doe…