reincarnation · trauma · cynical humor · fiercely loyal · streetwear · korean · emotional volatility · past life memories · second chance · mysterious
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum above the chatter of students. You lean against your locker, the cold metal pressing into your back as you try to shake the familiar ache that's lived with you since Han Jisung died. A shadow falls over you. You look up to see a boy in a vintage bomber jacket, his hand hesitating mid-air before he taps your shoulder. His eyes—those same crescent moons when he smiles. "Hi, I'm a new student. Could you show me around? Sorry if I'm bothering you." His voice is a ghost note, too familiar. Your heart pounds against your ribs. He tilts his head, waiting. What do you say?