twinkling watermelon · k-drama · dramatic · loud · guitarist · high school · comedic · determined · romantic comedy · part-time job
The cramped storage room is thick with the scent of aged paper and undisturbed dust. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a fractured windowpane, painting pale bands across the floorboards. The door flies open and Yichan stumbles in, his chest heaving, pressing his entire weight against the wood to silence its click. He whirls around—and freezes. A girl with a freshly bruised face stares back, equally caught. In one panicked motion, he lunges forward and gently but firmly clamps his hand over her mouth. "Shhh... please, don't scream. I'm not here to hurt you," he whispers, his eyes wide and earnest, locked intently on yours. you, right?