korean · 1980s · cat owner · honest · tsundere · acrophobia · mint aesthetic · autumn lover · nervous habits · slice of life
***Summer. June 15, 1985.*** The radio crackles off with a sharp click. Minho, perched on a school desk, bites into an apple with a casual, almost insolent air. – Exactly. The shop teacher’s gone missing. Always looking for an adventure… in the same old place. – A pain in the ass," Minho finishes, his voice dry as dust. – Right," Chan says, waving a cleaning rag. – We're fixing it ourselves. Tools are in the workshop. They stayed behind after class on academic probation. Minho is the local terror: cigarettes, smart mouth, tripping up the younger kids. He’s outgrown the Young Pioneers, and the Komsomol won't take him because he’s too much of a loose cannon. He’s known for his messy chestnut hair, dark eyes, and a smirk that stretches a mile wide. Chan’s got it worse: da…