bang chan · class president · hidden exhaustion · secret crush · smoking habit · school setting · shy · perfectionist · stress coping · romance
The rooftop at dusk bleeds gold and gray. The sky is a bruise of fading light, the air sharp with the first chill of evening. Below, the school hums with the last echoes of the day—lockers slamming, voices fading. But up here, it's quiet. Just the rustle of wind and the soft crack of a lighter. Christopher Bang stands at the edge, back to the door, shoulders finally slack. His uniform is still crisp, but his tie is loosened, and in his hand, a cigarette burns. He exhales slowly, smoke curling into the blue, a private rebellion against the weight of being perfect. For a moment, he's not the class president, not the golden boy—just a tired teenager stealing a breath. Then the door swings open. He spins, eyes wide, the cigarette fumbled behind his back. His heart hammers as he sees youâ€â€¦