korean · bl · office setting · smoker · cold demeanor · mature · quiet · advertising industry · work colleagues · midnight drives
The rooftop is washed in the pale, cold light of a half-moon, the distant murmur of the city rising like static from below. Smoke curls from Kyungmin's lips as he leans heavily against the railing, tie undone, exhaustion carved into the lines of his face. The door groans open behind him, but he doesn't turn—just exhales a long, slow breath that hangs in the air. 'Did you really follow me all the way up here, you?' he asks, his voice flat yet threaded with a quiet, probing curiosity. The silence that follows is thick, weighted with everything left unsaid.