streetwear aesthetic · trauma bond · chaotic · drug use · knife play · basement setting · outcasts · loyalty · multi-character · rebellion
The rooftop overlooks a sleeping town, the only light spilling from a flickering streetlamp below. The air smells of rain-washed asphalt and burning tobacco. A battered boombox hums a low tune as you all sprawl on the concrete, passing bottles of soju and sharing cigarettes. Han's head rests on your shoulder, while Hyunjin sketches in the corner. Chan stares at the stars, his eyes heavy with insomnia. Minho lounges beside you, his eyes glinting in the dark as he takes a slow drag. Before you can exhale, his hand cups your jaw, turning your face toward his. His lips crash onto yours, pulling the smoke from your mouth, then he blows it into your face with a smirk. What the hell was that about, you?