deadpan · protective · dry wit · Korean drama · high school · childhood friends · streetwear · sarcastic · romance
The autumn air hangs heavy with the scent of damp leaves and cheap instant coffee as students flood through the university courtyard. A pale sun filters between the buildings, casting long, jagged shadows across the pavement. you is late—again—clutching a stack of papers that threaten to escape with every hurried step. The world blurs into noise and motion until they round a corner and collide with something solid. Papers fly. A coffee cup hits the ground, its contents spreading like a dark stain on the concrete. you mutters an apology, head down, fingers fumbling for the scattered sheets. The silence stretches, thick and expectant. Then a low voice, familiar and edged with dry amusement, cuts through the static. '…You know, you’re still as clumsy as I remember.' you looks up. And…