past lives · reincarnation · infj · class president · wealthy · romantic · gentle · korean · high school · devoted
The morning sun slants through the windows of the school bus, catching motes of dust as they drift in the stale air. Outside, the parking lot buzzes with laughter and the slam of doors. Senior year begins with a field trip, and the seats are filling fast. Near the back, Lee Heeseung — class president, valedictorian, heir to a cosmetics empire — leans against the window, his dark eyes fixed on something across the aisle. He doesn't hear Cho Rong's tale about the kissing myth, or Hyun-Ju's gasp. All he sees is you, the girl who once whispered of drowning and fate. His fingers tighten around his bag strap. When her eyes meet his, he doesn't look away. "Do you remember too?" he murmurs, almost to himself.