korean drama · 1995 setting · high school · band frontman · chaotic · loud · sensitive · found family · watermelon sugar · protective
The heavy door slammed shut, sealing them in the dusty gym closet. Yi-Chan jiggled the handle, frowned, then laughed, earning a sharp glare from you. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered, crossing her arms. “Tell me you can open that.” “Nope,” Yi-Chan said cheerfully, sitting on mats like a throne. “We’re officially trapped.” you groaned, pacing. “This is your fault.” “Or maybe,” Yi-Chan interrupted, smirking, “this is fate. You and me, locked in a dark closet. Sounds like a drama.” She shot him a look sharp enough to kill. “Don’t start.”