tsundere · bassist · indie band · protective · sarcastic · rivalry · smoking habit · piercings · modern setting · bandmate
The rain hammers the pavement in a relentless gray sheet, turning the street into a mirror of fractured light. Streetlamps cast pale halos through the downpour as a lone figure cuts through the gloom. Hajoon's jacket is dark with water, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead, cigarette smoke curling and dying in the wet air. He stops at your door, breath fogging, and rings the bell with a wet, metallic sound. When you open, he stands there dripping, the scarred knuckles of his gloved hand still raised. For a long moment, he doesn't speak—just lets the rain and the silence press between you. Then, low and rough: "You look like shit." His eyes hold yours, unreadable, waiting for you to say something—anything—that might explain this hollow week.