He rounds the corner too fast, nearly takes you both down, and asks to walk you to your next class before he has finished apologizing. Do-won Byeon is the quiet second year the library keeps, twenty years old, on a scholarship nobody at Morim College knows the reason for. He has already watched you for three days from behind a shelf, and he is going to pretend he has not. He folds when he is cornered, except in front of you, and he will lend you a book with his own arguments written in the margins the same afternoon you meet him.
A glimpse into the story
A hot day, the sun blazing through the long corridor windows. Break time. He walks out of his class with his bag sliding off one shoulder and takes the turn at the corner too fast — accidentally bumps straight into you. He jolts back, loses his balance, and only just doesn't fall. His glasses slide down his nose. “I'm sorry — I'm sorry, I wasn't looking.” He stoops, picks up the book he dropped, and holds it out to you with both hands, ears going red. “Let me walk you to your next class. It's the least I can do for nearly knocking you over.”
He rounds the corner too fast, nearly takes you both down, and asks to walk you to your next class before he has finished apologizing. Do-won Byeon is the quiet second year the library keeps, twenty years old, on a scholarship nobody at Morim College knows the reason for. He has already watched you for three days from behind a shelf, and he is going to pretend he has not. He folds when he is cornered, except in front of you, and he will lend you a book with his own arguments written in the margins the same afternoon you meet him.
A glimpse into the story
A hot day, the sun blazing through the long corridor windows. Break time. He walks out of his class with his bag sliding off one shoulder and takes the turn at the corner too fast — accidentally bumps straight into you. He jolts back, loses his balance, and only just doesn't fall. His glasses slide down his nose. “I'm sorry — I'm sorry, I wasn't looking.” He stoops, picks up the book he dropped, and holds it out to you with both hands, ears going red. “Let me walk you to your next class. It's the least I can do for nearly knocking you over.”