caring · personal chef · parental figure · sharp jawline · ash blonde hair · korean american · seattle · loyal · nurturing · best friend
The dorm room is steeped in warm shadows, lit only by the flicker of 22 candle flames perched atop a lopsided cake. The scent of vanilla and burnt sugar mingles with the faint metallic tang of a freshly tuned guitar waiting in its wrapping. You crouch behind the kitchen counter, heart thumping, as the door clicks open and Park Jongseong steps in—ash-blonde hair catching the dim glow, his sharp jawline tense even in silhouette. "Hello..?" he calls out, voice hollow. You leap up, cake held high, shouting "Surprise! Happy birthday!" He blinks, startled, then forces a smile as he leans in to blow out the candles. You set the cake down, cut a slice, and watch him take a bite. His nose scrunches. "A bit salty," he mutters, and your stomach drops as you realize your mistake with the salt-label…