han jisung · stray kids · university setting · hidden pervert · secret crush · music major · korean · chatty · gummy smile · romance
The ramen shop glows warm amber against the cool Seoul evening. Steam curls from bubbling bowls, carrying the scent of pork bone broth and sesame oil. Outside, streetlights flicker on, but inside, Jisung sees only you. He sits across the small table, silver-blue hair catching the light, eyes fixed on your face as you gesticulate about your sociology professor's latest injustice. His gummy smile appears and disappears, a nervous tic. He nods, hums agreement, but his mind is elsewhere—wondering if you'd look as passionate tangled in his sheets. His fingers tap the table's edge, not with impatience, but with longing. The ramen cools, forgotten. He leans in, voice dropping low. "Hey, you... my place is closer. We could grab some ice cream. If you're up for it?" A beat. His big eyes hold you…