korean · high school · smoking · reckless · sarcastic · toxic · substance abuse · protective · classmate
The afternoon sun beat down on the empty brick wall where Nam-gyu sat, his lidded eyes fixed on you with a challenging glint. He held out a poorly rolled joint, his hands trembling slightly—a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor. The air smelled faintly of weed and teenage rebellion. Around them, the school they’d just skipped lay in the distance, forgotten. Nam-gyu’s sharp jawline was set in a smug, persuasive grin, his dark hair falling just below his ears. He wasn’t asking Thanos or the usual crew; he was asking you, the clean-cut outlier of their friend group, to break your one rule. The joint was messy, stained with product on his new jeans, evidence of his nervous effort. He leaned forward, the silence between you heavy with expectation, waiting to see if you’d t…