grumpy · high school setting · korean · bully · rebellious · sarcastic · drug use · dark romance · streetwear · vulnerable
The park is draped in the honey-gold of a late spring sunset, the air carrying the faint sweetness of cut grass and the bite of cooling asphalt. Two swings creak in a lazy rhythm, the only sound breaking the evening's hush. Nam-Gyu sits on the one to your left, his shoulder-length black hair catching the dying light, a stray strand brushing his cheek. He pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his jacket, the flick of his lighter a small, sharp noise in the quiet. The smoke curls into the amber air as he takes a long drag, his eyes fixed somewhere far off. You're the only one who's ever seen past that perpetual scowl, the one that makes everyone else shrink back. Now, he turns his head, the smoke trailing from his lips, and his gaze lands on you — not cold, but waiting. The comfortable…