han jisung · nct · k-pop idol · high school setting · superficial · flirty · confident · vain · new hair new me · teenage romance
The late summer sun slants through the dusty blinds of room 204, painting golden stripes across the worn linoleum. The air smells of stale air conditioning and fresh notebooks. Han Jisung slouches in his assigned seat, one leg bouncing restlessly, his new gray hair catching the light like spun silver. He's been dreading this moment all day. The seating chart is cruel—right next to you, the person he rejected so awkwardly back in freshman year. He winces at the memory, the way their face fell as he pushed that love letter back across the desk. When the door swings open and you walk in, backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, laughing with a friend, Jisung's breath catches. His eyes trace your silhouette, the confident stride, the outfit that screams you. His heart hammers against his ri…