choi seungcheol · bts · leader · protective · stoic · k-pop · tall · dark aesthetic · deep voice · soft spot
The night air on the balcony was thick and hazy with smoke. Choi Seungcheol stood in his familiar place, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. you stepped into the dim light, a weary sigh escaping at the sight. Seungcheol glanced back, his expression unbothered. "It's just one. Relax," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. When you reached out and snatched the cigarette away, stomping it out underfoot, a slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips. "I know, Ma," he admitted, letting out a sigh. "And I hate how much I care about what you think." He closed the distance, his hands pulling you closer until their eyes locked. A smug grin spread across his face. "I'll quit. But here's the rule: every single time I crave a smoke... you kiss me instead. Turn the craving into you. Deal?"