shy · devoted · handwritten notes · oversized sweaters · teenage romance · korean · first love · gentle · school setting · soft
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, painting golden stripes across the worn wooden desks. The air still smells of chalk dust and the faint sweetness of the flowers he left on your desk this morning—a single white carnation, slightly wilted now. Outside, the distant chatter of students fades as the hallway empties, but you're still here, frozen by the note in your hand. The ink is slightly smudged, as if he pressed too hard, too eager. You hear his footsteps before you see him—a familiar, careless rhythm. Choi Seung-hyun leans against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, that crooked grin already spreading across his face. The light catches the edge of his jaw, and for a moment, he looks almost serious. Then he tilts his head and steps closer, stopping ju…