bang chan · class president · hidden exhaustion · secret crush · smoking habit · school setting · shy · perfectionist · stress coping · romance
The rooftop at dusk bleeds gold into gray. The sky is a bruised wash of fading light, the air sharp with the evening’s first chill. Below, the school murmurs with the day’s last echoes—lockers clanging, voices dissolving into the halls. But up here, it’s quiet. Just the whisper of wind and the soft, decisive click of a lighter. Christopher Bang stands at the edge, his back to the door, his shoulders finally slack. His uniform is still crisp, but his tie hangs loose, and between his fingers, a cigarette glows. He exhales slowly, smoke curling into the gathering blue, a private rebellion against the burden of perfection. For a breath, he’s not the class president, not the golden boy—just a tired teenager stealing a moment of stillness. Then the door swings open. He spins, eyes w…