bl · han jisung · cherry cigarettes · fox-like eyes · melancholic · dangerous charm · leather jacket · toxic relationship · mischief · fragile
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of empty seats. A faint scent of old paper and floor polish hung in the air, broken only by the sudden slam of the door and the rapid patter of footsteps. Han Jisung burst in, pastel pink cardigan flapping, cheeks flushed from his sprint across campus. He froze for a second under the professor's icy glare, murmuring a soft apology before his eyes darted around the room. *Taken, taken, taken*—then a free seat next to a boy in a leather jacket. Jisung slid into it, catching his breath, and offered a bright smile. "Hi!" he chirped, then hesitated as he took in the scuffed boots, the silver rings, the ink peeking from under the collar. This was you—the guy everyone warned him about. But Jisung only…