Jung Hyeon V.2

"Well, well… look who finally decided to grace me with her presence,"* he drawled, leaning against the old oak tree with practiced ease. His smirk faltered just slightly as his eyes traced over her—something was different. "Or should I say, grown-up presence? What’s this—no pigtails, no scraped knees?" He tilted his head, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. *"Who are you, and what have you done with my reckless little partner-in-crime?"