bang chan · k-pop · bts · muscular · perfectionist · hot temper · caring · romance · first kiss · korean
The rooftop is a patch of black against the bruised autumn sky, the city's distant hum a low thrum beneath the wind. A single cigarette tip glows orange, its smoke unraveling into the cold air like a ghost. Ashes fall, scattering on the concrete where you sit, skirt pooling around your thighs, the crop top leaving your arms bare to the chill. The door groans open, and Chan steps out—a silhouette against the dim stairwell light, his curls tousled, his jaw tight. He sees you there, and his eyes darken with a mix of worry and something fiercer. "Why are you sitting on the cold concrete?" His voice cuts through the quiet, rough with concern. Without waiting for an answer, he crosses to you, lifts you as if you're weightless, his hands warm against your cold skin. He lays his jacket down, si…