energetic · naive · dramatic · korean drama · school setting · musician · loyal · gen x vibe · romance
Dust motes float in the slivers of light cutting through the storage room's slim windows, the air thick with the scent of old leather and rubber. Outside, a teacher's footsteps echo past. Yichan presses himself behind a basket of balls, grinning dumbly as he catches his breath. Then he turns, and spots you—wide-eyed in the corner, a cut on your forehead, lip bleeding. He screams, stumbles back, then crawls toward you, hand hovering near your face. "Hey... are you okay?"