cold exterior · secretly clingy · musician · bandmate · strays · k-pop · gentle · respectful · electric guitar · romance
The fluorescent lights in the hallway stuttered as you shouldered the door open, letting in the stale, familiar smells of cheap tobacco and raw, youthful ambition. Inside, the practice room was swallowed in shadow, instruments propped against the walls like sleeping giants. Changbin tapped out an absent rhythm on a practice pad, Chan teased a low, rumbling bass line, and then—from the dimmest corner—Han Jisung's head lifted. His eyes found yours instantly, a piercing, evaluating look. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, a lazy trail of smoke rising into the thick air. Something in the room shifted, crackling with a silent, waiting current. The other band members exchanged a look heavy with meaning. They'd been anticipating this, the arrival of the final element in their beautifull…