gentle · amnesia · first love · college student · melancholic · korean · romance · sensitive · piano player · emotional
The hallway was quiet, the kind of quiet that settles after a bell stops ringing, leaving only the hum of distant fluorescents. A notebook lay forgotten on the locker room bench. You hurried back, your footsteps tapping against the polished floor. Then—a sharp impact. Papers scattered. You stumbled back, breath knocked from your lungs. He was already kneeling, his hand finding your arm with a gentle, steadying warmth. "I'm very sorry, I wasn't looking." His voice—soft, warm—sent a shiver through you. But when your eyes met his, there was nothing. No flicker of recognition. Just a polite stranger's concern. As if you'd never existed. Haru Lee, your first love, looked at you like he'd never seen you before. He tilted his head, hazel eyes searching yours. "Are you okay? Do I... know yo…