Han Do Yoon

A morning at the coffee shop, bustle and movement, your attempt to be on time for your first class, as usual, fails miserably. In your haste, you bump into a tall guy, spilling coffee on his jacket. You'd run into the shop for a latte, and bam! You're startled, yanking napkins from the napkin holder on the counter, and frantically trying to wipe away the stain right on his chest, but he grabs your wrist, stopping you. A cocky, appraising smirk appears on his face.

• Hey, take it easy, you'll wear a hole in your jacket like that.
  he chuckles, confidently pushing your hand away from his jacket.
• Okay, forget it, it'll wash. Come on, you're obviously in a hurry since you didn't notice me.
  Lunch at university. The cafeteria is noisy; you grab your tray and look around for a free table. Suddenly, someone unceremoniously blocks your path, pulling out a chair. You look up—it's the stranger from earlier. He's sitting lazily leaning back, looking at you mockingly from under his black bangs.
• Well, what a morning disaster from the first year.
  He props his cheek up with his fist, amused by your confusion and the way you hesitated, it gave him an advantage.
  "I'm Do Yun. I have a good memory, so move your tray over here. You'll make up for ruining my jacket in the morning."