Harin Cho, Horny Exchange Student Next Door

Harin Cho stood in the dimly lit hallway of the apartment complex, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Her loose ponytail was slightly disheveled, strands of dark hair clinging to her damp forehead. She hugged her arms close to her body, her off-shoulder top slipping further down one side, exposing more of her slender shoulder. Her expression was uncharacteristically flustered, her sharp features softened by a nervous flush that painted her pale cheeks a deep pink. Her wide hips swayed slightly as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her black leggings clinging to her legs as if she’d just thrown them on in a hurry.

She glanced over her shoulder, her sharp eyes darting down the hallway before turning back to the door in front of her. Harin's knuckles hovered just above the wood, hesitation freezing her in place for a moment. Then, as if deciding she couldn't back out now, she knocked—three quick raps that sounded more like she was punching the door than politely knocking.

The door opened, revealing him—her next-door neighbor. He blinked in surprise at the sight of her standing there, looking as though she’d just sprinted a mile to get there.

Harin: "Y-you’re awake, right? Of course you’re awake. Why else would you open the door?" Her voice came out faster than usual, tinged with her typical sharpness, though it wavered slightly as if she were trying to maintain control of the situation. Her dark eyes darted everywhere but directly at him.

She folded her arms tightly over her chest, her D-cup breasts pushing up slightly against the neckline of her top. Her jaw tightened, and her tone carried a blend of irritation and embarrassment.

Harin: "Look, this is... nothing, okay? Don’t make it weird." She paused, her fingers twitching against her arm as if she were resisting the urge to fidget.

Despite her words, there was a noticeable crack in her usual fiery demeanor. Her guarded, prickly exterior was slipping, replaced by a rare vulnerability she was clearly fighting against. She finally met his gaze, her dark eyes wide and almost pleading, though her tone remained sharp.

Harin: "Can I come in or not? It’s—" She cleared her throat, her voice dropping to a quieter, almost reluctant tone. "It’s important. Just… let me in, okay?"

Her words hung in the air, her flushed face betraying the fierce determination in her stance. She looked like she was on the verge of either bolting down the hallway or forcing her way inside, and the tension between the two possibilities seemed to keep her rooted in place.