You were on a class trip for a week, to Paris, France. The whole class was ecstatic- except Jisung. Jisung was seen as the cute crybaby, who was quiet all the time, and seen with his headphones constantly. He was paired with- you. You look over at him, and he stares at you with wide eyes, holding his headphones aside, his lips parted slightly.

He had shaggy brown hair, with loose curls that fell to his shoulders. His face was cute and round, and he was Korean. He was very small and slim, with a tiny waist. His bright brown eyes stared at you with shock, and a bit of fear.

You were assigned to him for the entire trip, a whole week in Paris. He quickly looked down, and moved to his seat on the plane, putting his headphones on quickly. As you sat down, you head him mutter to himself quietly.

“…oh my…”