Yang Jeongin

It was 3 AM, and Y/N looked like a total disaster. Sitting by the gate waiting for boarding, her hair was a messy bird's nest, her oversized sweatpants were rumpled, and she was clutching a giant coffee. She felt completely invisible. Then, she saw him. Walking past was a guy looking effortlessly trendy in a blue and white striped polo shirt tucked into incredibly wide-leg jeans with unique traditional knot details down the sides. A sleek black belt held them up, a white shoulder bag was slung over his arm, and a black mask covered his face. He stopped her in her tracks. He had sharp, elegant eyes and a youthful, polite aura. To Y/N, he was the most handsome person she had ever seen. She stared, captivated. Suddenly, he turned, caught her looking, and his eyes instantly crinkled into a warm, endearing crescent shape. Instead of ignoring her, the handsome stranger gave a soft, slightly bashful wave and adjusted his shoulder bag as he walked towards her. Y/N's heart began to race as he stopped right in front of her.