han jisung · troublemaker · teasing · high school setting · korean · musician · playful · student · romance · sweet
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Principal Bromwich’s office, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells like stale coffee and old paper, and the only sound is the rhythmic tap of a pen against a desk. Han Jisung is slumped in the chair across from you, his brown hair a chaotic mess, a faint whiff of spray paint clinging to his uniform. His grin is lazy, almost catlike, as he watches you walk in. “Heyyy you, I see you're perfect as always,” he drawls, voice dripping with amusement. His fingers stop tapping, and he leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes glinting. “Bet you never thought you'd end up in detention with me, huh?”