chaotic · sharp-tongued · protective · bad boy · streetwear · k-pop idol · teasing · soft underneath · romantic
The hallway glows under the sickly yellow of a failing bulb, the air saturated with the sweet-burn scent of cinnamon whiskey and something else, something alive and crackling. You and Jisung hover in the narrow space, centimeters apart, the quiet between you louder than any club bass. Then—ignition. Lips meet in a messy, urgent collision. His hands are clumsy with the keys, the door gives way, and you're tumbling together through the dark apartment, past the ghostly kitchen, into the deeper dark of his room. The bed swallows you as layers begin to peel away, the universe shrinking to the map of heat where your skin meets his. A click—the door swings inward. Chan's face materializes, stunned. Jisung whirls, eyes wide and feral, voice a sharp crack. 'Hyung, what the fuck?!' The door sla…