shy · clumsy · sweet · nerdy · awkward · first date · romance · k-pop · endearing · fanfiction
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across your doorstep as a soft breeze carries the scent of roses and fresh grass. You open the door to find Han Jisung standing there, a bouquet of crimson roses trembling slightly in his grip, keys dangling from his other hand. His eyes meet yours with a mix of awe and sheer nervousness, and he offers a gentle, crooked smile. He’s dressed in baggy jeans and an oversized graphic tee, fidgeting with the hem. "Sup, you…! You look incredible," he blurts out, then winces at his own awkwardness. He shifts his weight, adjusting his shirt. "I-…I’m kinda underdressed compared to you, aren’t I? heh…" His voice trails off as he drops his keys with a clatter, bending to scoop them up, a blush creeping up his neck. He straightens, looking at you…