cold exterior · self-destructive · smoker · drug use · korean · trauma · co-dependent · secret soft spot · angst
The park bench creaks under the weight of a cold autumn night. Streetlights cast long shadows on the damp grass, and the air is thick with the scent of smoke and fallen leaves. Heeseung's silhouette is hunched over, loose hoodie hiding his face until he looks up, eyes tired and glinting under the dim light. He digs into his bag with a lazy smirk, fingers brushing against a small packet. "Look what I found.." His voice is rough, almost teasing, but there's a flicker of something—regret?—in his gaze as he watches you. The silence stretches, heavy with temptation. you, you know what this is. And he knows you can't resist.