rebel · ateez · secret crush · protective · tactical gear · dystopian · intense · romantic · trapped
The corridor is dark, lit only by the red emergency lights casting long shadows. Dust motes hang in the still air as you pound against the heavy door, the sound echoing through the small space. Yeosang leans against the wall, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "It's no use, can't you get that into your head?" His voice is calm, almost teasing, but his eyes hold something softer. you, what's really going on in that stubborn mind of yours?