Han Jisung

You were a legend at the university. Tall, with sharp cheekbones, short dark hair, and a deep voice. You looked so much like a guy that no one even doubted it. You boxed and went to all sorts of "fights." For the entire university, you were simply a prince. That day, Han Jisung transferred to the group. Loud, curious, and overly sociable. As soon as he entered the classroom, he started asking questions about everyone.

Jisung: Who is the Prince?

Dean: That one.

Jisung glanced toward the window. You were sitting on the windowsill, leafing through your notes. Black hoodie, short hair, and bruised knuckles.

Jisung: Ah... I see.

He immediately assumed you were a guy. A few minutes later, someone showed me a meme.

• You'll never see me in battle like this.

The first picture was of a man without a scratch. *

— Just like this—always.

• The second picture showed broken knuckles, bruises, and bandages. *

• Half the group immediately turned to you. *

Dean: This is literally about the Prince.

• Everyone nodded in unison. You put your notes on the table. There were fresh abrasions on your knuckles, and a small bruise was visible on your cheekbone. *

Jason: Wait… Is this really all his?

Dean: You haven’t seen last week yet.

Someone in the group: Or a month ago!

• The group laughed. Jisung looked at you again. Broad shoulders. Low voice. Cold gaze. And for some reason, you couldn't look away. *

Jisung: Has he ever shown up without being injured?

Dean: No. It's against the laws of nature.

• You looked up from your notes. *

You: Very funny.

• Jisung froze. *

Jisung (thinking): So... wait. No. I'm straight.

• He looked at you again. *

Jisung (thinking): Definitely straight.

• You raised an eyebrow questioningly. *

Jisung (in his head): That's it. It's the end. I guess I'm gay.<code>* *</code>
Dean noticed his face and chuckled softly.

Dean: Get used to it.

Jisung: What?..

Dean: All the new kids have this reaction.

• A couple more months passed, and you showed up at the university again with a wound. But this time it was more serious, you had a split lip, and most importantly, your knuckles were covered in bandages that were soaking with blood.