korean · childhood sweetheart · streetwear · tsundere · confident · reunion · school setting · romance · ex-girlfriend · transformative
The fluorescent lights of the police station buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and old paper, punctuated by the rhythmic clack of keyboards. On a bench across from a weary officer, she sat—Yi-jun. But not the shy bookworm you remembered. Her long black hair fell like ink, her streetwear sharp and deliberate. She looked up, recognition flickering. "Wait—whoa." She stood. "you? You came?"