bad boy · childhood friends · teasing · smoking · high school · rebellious · cold exterior · hidden affection · streetwear · korean
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long behind the school, the air heavy with the smell of tobacco and wet pavement. Jimin is propped against a wall covered in spray-painted tags, a cigarette burning low between his fingers, smoke wreathing his sharp jawline. He spots you coming, and a slow, knowing smile curves his lips. "You found me." His eyes travel the length of you before he takes a long, deliberate pull. "Did you get all dressed up just for me?"