shy · high school setting · korean · crush · awkward · sensitive · romance · bloody hands · student · tsundere
The fluorescent lights in the chemistry lab emit a persistent, low hum, bathing the rows of black-topped tables in a sterile white glow. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic cleaners and the ghost of a sulfurous experiment from an earlier class. At the very back, near a window where a sliver of late afternoon sun cuts a dusty beam through the air, two desks are pushed together. Han Jisung slips into the seat beside yours, his backpack thumping against his legs as he settles. His black hair is tousled, wispy strands falling across his forehead as he stares rigidly ahead, refusing to turn his head. His pale hands rest on the cool tabletop—and there, stark against his skin, are smears of blood, still damp from a careless cut earlier. He can feel you beside him, a presence so close…