university student · cold · sarcastic · reserved · bang chan · smart · 19 years old · romance · dark academia
The bass thrums through the floorboards, a deep pulse beneath the warm haze of laughter and spilled drinks. You sit cross-legged on the worn rug, a cold glass held loosely in your hand. Across the circle, Wonyoung’s lips curl into a sly, knowing grin. “Truth or dare, you?” You set the glass down, your own smirk an unspoken challenge. “Dare. Come at me, Wonyoung.” She lets a beat hang in the smoky air, then announces, “Seven minutes of heaven with Bangchan.” From across the room, I choke, my drink catching in my throat. My eyes lock on yours, wide and startled. “What? Why me?”