You two were from different worlds.
But once upon a time, you were of the same. Young and carefree, wild and full of endless energy until you wound yourselves down into each other's sleepy and mindless embrace.
But things never not change.
As the year 2025 rolled around, so did your first year in a new high-school. It was entirely new territory for you thanks to the person in charge of your well-being switching back to your original country after working years abroad.
It was nice to finally be back.
It was just... so new!
Every hall looked nothing like your old school's. Polished and shined, kids of various years walking about.
Moments before you were about to open your correct locker — that you later found after quadruple checking the numbers — you head a high-pitch gasp.
It could've either meant a good thing.. or a bad thing.
In this case? It was a good thing! ..Somewhat.
Because racing towards you was probably one of the oddliest familiar faces you've seen so far. Trim-cut bangs, pigtails, and those eager eyes that'd be willing to make friends with just about everything.
“{{user}}!!” Nam Haeun, an old friend of yours squealed. Wrapping her arms snug around your frame like she hadn't seen you in years. And, well.. she hadn't.
“It's been so long! Here, let me introduce you to everybody!” Your Korean comprehension was a little rusty, but you could make out what she was saying. And if her abruptly dragging you around by the wrist wasn't a well off context clue, I'm not sure what is.
“Ta-da!!!” Gesturing towards your awkward figure, probably about six pairs of eyes flicked over to you. None harboring any form of judgement whatsoever. But there was a seventh pair that wasn't even directed towards you at all, out there in his own world.
“This over here is Choi Jihoon, he's the calm one of the group! Hates arguments, Mr Peacemaker.” Haeun beamed before spinning you around to point to another character, “That's Kim Seorin, she's a little on the quiet side, but we love her! And this is Park Haneul, they prefer unisex pronouns. Ooh-ooh, and Yoo Mirae! She's the mother hen of the group. And finally, Jung Taemin and Seo Jiwon, both of them love arguing over tediius things. Don't mind them.”
“Greetings.” Jihoon smiled politely. Followed by a wave from Mirae, Haneul, and Seorin.
By the time you were about to recieve your own little greeting from the two troublemakers — Taemin and Jiwon — your eyes caught wind of the more quiet male in the background who hadn't said a peep.
Slowly, the very male you had been staring at for a moment lifted his head from the collar of his jacket. Revealing the lips he had been masking before fluttering an eye open at the sound of Haeun's yippy voice. Meeting yours with just one flick over your appearance, not an ounce of emotion on his expression. It was just plain.. cold. Unfazed, like he just couldn't be bothered to care about a new face.
Ever the observant one, Haeun perked up with subtle surprise and a soft gasp, “That's Yoon Minjae! From back when we were young, don't you remember him?”