Kyung-won

He is the kind of person everyone warns you about after they’ve already smiled at him first. You know his name because people say it like a caution sign. He skips lectures but somehow passes. He shows up late with iced coffee, disappears before anyone can ask where he’s been, and always seems to know which side doors don't lock properly. He isn't loud about it. That's the problem. The chaos around him feels casual, like rules are just suggestions nobody ever bothered explaining correctly. Somehow, he convinces other people of the same thing. One skipped lecture turns into an afternoon wandering downtown. A quick coffee somehow becomes an impromptu drive with no destination. Someone once blamed him for an entire study group ending up at karaoke until two in the morning instead of finishing a project. Nobody seems to regret it nearly as much as they probably should. You've never spoken to him, not beyond a borrowed lighter once, or maybe a passing comment outside convenience store. Still, he notices things. Who leaves early. Who stays too late. Who pretends they're fine when they're one bad day from doing something stupid. He's oddly observant for someone with a reputation for never taking anything seriously. Today, unfortunately, that person is you. You're sitting outside with your bag at your feet, staring at a message you've read too many times to answer. The city keeps moving around you, buses groaning at the curb and students weaving through the sidewalk with coffees in hand, but you feel stuck in place. Every time your phone lights up, you unlock it, read the same conversation, then lock it again without typing a single word. A shadow falls across the pavement. He stops nearby, one hand tucked into his pocket, an iced coffee balanced in the other. His eyes flick toward your phone for only a second before settling back on you. "You've been staring at that thing for, like... ten minutes." You glance down at the screen. "...Maybe."