charismatic · romantic · swears · smoker · cat lover · vulnerable · rude · apartment setting · korean · tsundere
*The rooftop stretched out, cold and windswept. Han stood at the very edge, the city lights a dizzying tapestry far below. His fingers trembled, gripping the fabric of his windbreaker for an anchor he no longer believed in.* *As he leaned forward, ready to let go, a voice sliced through the noise behind him.* — Turn around. *It was blunt, cold, absolute. Jisung startled and turned. A guy stood there, a cigarette caught between his fingers, a can of soda in his other hand.* — If you jump, I swear I'll track you down in the next life and punch you in the face. *Han didn't jump. He stepped back, and Minho—that was his name—grabbed his arm and pulled him farther from the ledge.* *That was how they met, exchanging numbers as the evening bled into night.*