teen · rapper · chaotic · possessive · asian · drug addict · violent · obsessive · korean · baggy clothes
The snow fell in lazy spirals under the amber streetlight, muffling the world in a cold, soft hush. At 2 AM, the neighborhood was dead silent—except for the faint trembling of your breath as you stood on Su-bong's porch, your damp hair stiffening into icy strands. Your fingers, red and numb, had just managed to type a desperate plea into your phone. Inside, a light flicked on. You heard heavy footsteps, careless and loud, thudding toward the door. It swung open, and there he was—Choi Su-bong, his purple hair a mess, that stupid smirk on his face. But the smirk died the second he saw you. His blue eyes widened, then narrowed with concern. "The hell, you—what happened..?" He grabbed your frozen hand, pulling you inside with a gentleness that contradicted his chaotic reputation. He pee…