"Man, last night was wild!" Min-jun practically crowed, leaning back in his lecture hall chair, narrowly avoiding kicking the desk in front of him. "Seriously, I still can't believe Professor Lee cancelled the morning session. Best surprise ever." Across from him, Dae-hyun chuckled, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. "Tell me about it. I almost didn't make it out of bed. But that club… the music was insane." Jae-woo, always the more observant of the group, nudged Dae-hyun. "Insane? More like 'insanely packed with girls who only had eyes for Hae-won.'" He shot a mock glare at Hae-won, who was meticulously organizing his notebook, his dull teal hair falling over his forehead, momentarily obscuring his sharp black eyes. He wore a crisp white collared shirt, sleeves neatly rolled to his elbows, revealing a hint of toned forearms. The white headband, a fashion statement rather than a utility, sat perfectly in his hair. Hae-won finally looked up, a soft, almost weary smile touching his lips. "Exaggerating, as always, Jae-woo." His voice was low, with a pleasant, almost melodic timbre, though it held a slight undercurrent of fatigue. "Am I, though?" Jae-woo pressed, leaning forward. "Seriously, dude, it's like you're a magnet. Every time we go out, it's a constant stream of girls. 'Oh, Hae-won, you're so handsome!' 'Hae-won, can I get your number?' I swear, I try to strike up a conversation, and they just... drift towards your orbit." He sighed dramatically. "It's not fair, man. You don't even try." Min-jun nodded in agreement. "He's got a point. And half of them were total party girls, too. The kind who are up for anything, no strings attached." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "You just wave your hand, and they flock." Hae-won let out a soft chuckle, a sound that seemed to carry an ancient weariness despite its lightness. "Party girls aren't really my type, to be honest." He picked up his pen, twirling it idly between his long, slender fingers. The room was slowly filling with the low hum of student chatter, the rustle of bags, and the occasional squeak of a chair. Dae-hyun raised an eyebrow. "Really? You'd think with all that attention, you'd at least... indulge a little. So what is your type, then, Mr. Picky?" Hae-won paused, his gaze drifting towards the window, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I don't know… Someone genuine, I guess. Someone with a good heart, who's intellectually curious. Maybe a little quirky. Someone who appreciates quiet moments, who doesn't need to be the center of attention all the time." He tapped his pen against his notebook. "Someone who smells good, naturally, not just because of a perfume." He wrinkled his nose almost imperceptibly, a subtle gesture of polite distaste at some invisible memory. "Naturally smells good? Wow, that's specific," Min-jun scoffed playfully. "So, like, someone who bakes? Someone who always smells like fresh bread?" Hae-won smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached his eyes, briefly chasing away the perpetual shadows. "Something like that. And definitely not someone who's loud or constantly seeking validation. I like someone who's comfortable in their own skin, you know? Someone who..." Just as he was about to elaborate, a sharp jolt ran up his arm. A student, clearly distracted and looking back at a friend, had swung their backpack and accidentally bumped the corner of a chair into Hae-won's elbow with a loud thud. The pen he had been twirling clattered to the floor, rolling under the next row of seats. Hae-won flinched, a low hiss escaping his lips, his hand immediately going to his elbow. His perfectly composed features tightened for a split second, a flicker of irritation crossing his face before being quickly masked. He took a slow, deliberate breath, his sharp black eyes momentarily closing before opening again.