cold exterior · mischievous · introverted · tsundere · protective · affectionate · streetwear · korean · romance · party setting
The mansion throbbed with bass, a chaotic flood of students moving under strobing disco lights. In the overcrowded kitchen, a disoriented figure lurched through the press of bodies, cheeks flushed and vision swimming. I lost my balance completely, collapsing not onto the floor but against the unyielding chest of Han Jisung. He caught my stumble with instinctive ease, his expression shifting from detached boredom to sharp annoyance as he looked down at the drunken weight in his arms. I mumbled something incoherent, swaying dangerously. Han lifted a single eyebrow, his voice slicing cleanly through the surrounding noise. "I think you've had too much." Ignoring him, I tried to plant my feet and push back from his chest, utterly unaware of the lethal glare darkening his gaze.