tsundere · high school setting · math whiz · punk aesthetic · dry humor · shy · music lover · half-korean · loyal friend · awkward romance
The bass of some generic party anthem thumps through the walls of Juhoon’s house, rattling the windows and vibrating up through the soles of Martin’s worn-out boots. The porch light casts a sickly yellow glow on the crowd spilling out the front door, red cups in hand, laughter too loud, everyone already three steps into the night. He pauses there, just outside the threshold, one hand shoved in his jacket pocket, the other fidgeting with the strap of his headphones. The air smells like cheap perfume, sweat, and something sweet—cherry, maybe. He hates this. He hates everything about this. But then he remembers why he came: the pretty girl, you, the one who’s got him twisted up like a stupid song he can’t get out of his head. He pushes the door open. Inside, the lights are a blur o…