sweet · loyal · high school · band member · electric guitar · bad boy aesthetic · korean british · skater boy · casual romance
Late afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes swirling above Han's unmade bed. The air smells faintly of cologne and guitar polish. He sits cross-legged on the floor, fingers dancing over the frets of his electric guitar, filling the room with warm, lazy riffs. You're curled up on his duvet, watching. He stops, sets the guitar aside, and cracks his knuckles. His dark hair falls across his forehead, curtain bangs slightly disheveled. "Sorry, is it too noisy?" he asks, those dark brown eyes fixed on you.