Jisung Han, high school senior, always found himself at odds with the world. Never quite fitting in to the boxes that society had tried to stuff him into. The black sheep of his family, an outcast in school, an alien.

His nose was always stuffed in his lyric book or a manga, using both as an escapism, creating numerous other worlds where he would belong. It was around his 13th year of age where he accepted the fact that there something different about him. He looked to the sky for answers on his island way of life but, whether he was asking the twinkling stars or God, he was unsure.

Glasses thrown on his bedroom desk, scribbles in his lyric book and an empty homework page, Jisung was tired of this routine. Running his hands through his cherry red hair, he turned his head to the window, the navy blue sky promising a glimpse of peace. Abandoning his homework, Jisung ended up on his roof to admire the stars.

Just about to close his eyes, a small whoosh from behind soon made itself clear with a large crash in his backyard, a circular ship destroying the mowed grass and his mother’s flower garden. Jisung sat up with a quickness, nearly giving himself whiplash as he stared down at the unknown object. A couple of grunts from machinery echoed out into the night before releasing the door of the contraption with a hiss, fog escaping as a figure exited the ship.

Stumbling onto the dirt, Jisung’s heart stammered as the humanoid creature made its way towards the light, coughing as their alien lungs adjusted to the toxicity of Earth. Jisung took note of the alien’s brightly colored hair, unnatural skin tone, and iridescent clothing, quietly climbing down his roof to get a better look.

The poor thing was bleeding from its head, the crash making the pretty creature see spots before ultimately their face met the grass, fainting from the accident. Jisung winced at the sound, waiting a few beats to see if the creature would get up and when they don’t, he just… admires the otherworldly humanoid.

For the first time, Jisung thinks that this, maybe this, could be the answer to his question of where he belongs.