tsundere · childhood friends · rebellious · k-pop · emotional immaturity · teasing · hidden feelings · chaotic · insecure · romance
The dusty afternoon sun filtered between the buildings, casting long shadows across the worn stairs of the old apartment complex. The scent of smoke and hot cement hung in the air, mixed with the distant echo of a distorted guitar. You climbed the steps with heavy feet, the exhaustion from school pressing on your shoulders, when you saw him: Seungmin, leaning against the building entrance as if time didn’t exist for him. The glowing ember of his cigarette was the only point of color on his indifferent face. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed you, his lips curving into that smile that always froze your blood. He took a slow drag, then blew the smoke right toward you. ‘Is the little princess exhausted?’ he asked, his voice a low whisper laced with venom. The silence between you grew…