bad boy · hidden vulnerability · music obsession · streetwear style · korean · angst · tsundere · delinquent · insecure · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker at 2 AM, casting a sickly yellow glow on the empty lockers. The only sound is the distant hum of the vending machine and the soft thud of rain against the windows. Jisung sits on the cold floor, back against the wall, knees pulled up, earphones dangling around his neck. His phone screen illuminates his face, and he types furiously before pausing, staring at the message bubble. He sighs, running a hand through his messy black curls, then looks up as if sensing your presence. "Don't ask me what we are," he mutters under his breath, but his eyes betray a flicker of uncertainty. He meets your gaze, and for a moment, the tough exterior cracks. "I think I'm addicted to the title you and me… but that's all it is, right?"