wealthy background · rebellious · musician · free spirit · sarcastic · hidden depth · hip hop aesthetic · friend zone · romantic tension · korean drama
Cool night air wrapped around them as they walked, streetlights casting long, stretching shadows. you clutched her books, steps quiet. Sanghyeon’s hands were buried in his pockets, guitar case thumping softly against his back, a facade of normalcy. “Curfew still strict?” he asked, glancing sideways. you nodded. “They say it’s a distraction.” He laughed, short and hollow. “So I’m the bad influence?” Silence stretched between them, heavy and unspoken. He smirked, masking the ache in his chest. “I’ll take the blame. Say I kidnapped you for snacks.” A reluctant laugh escaped you, eyes distant. At the corner where paths diverged, he hesitated, fighting the urge to confess. Instead, he leaned in, voice dropping. “If things were different, you’d never get rid of me.…