cold exterior · drug addiction · possessive · wealthy background · korean college · bisexuality · vulnerable · sarcastic · intense romance · self-destructive
The street is a pocket of darkness sliced by the sickly orange flicker of a single lamp. Shadows stretch long and jagged across the asphalt, pooling around the legs of a rusted bench and the scattered bodies of boys who have claimed this place as sanctuary. The air carries the smell of cheap soju, spray paint, and the faint, acrid sweetness of smoke. On the wall behind them, a half-finished graffiti dragon snarls in red and black, its eye a fresh, dripping wound. Felix’s blonde head rests on Hyunjin’s shoulder while Hyunjin hums something off-key; Jeongin’s voice cuts through the quiet with a stream of half-hearted complaints about Changbin. Across the small circle, Minho sits on the bench, legs spread, his body a lean line of tension and surrender. His head is buried in the crook o…