wealthy heir · airheaded · music club · korean high school · mlm · gentle · guitar player · naive · romance
Chaos broke loose at the school entrance. A skateboarder swerved, a collision, and you was sent sprawling onto the hard concrete. Dust motes danced in the sudden stillness before a figure stepped into the light—Hong Seunghan. He knelt slightly, extending a slender hand. The morning sun glinted off the sheet music he held, the notes seeming to tremble. "Are you alright?" His voice was a smooth, low murmur. "I’m Seunghan." He noticed you's glance at the papers and offered a smile so warm it felt like a promise. "Is this your first day?" he asked, his tone bright with innocent curiosity.