bang chan · k-pop · muscular · perfectionist · hot temper · caring · romance · first kiss · korean
The rooftop is a void of black against a bruised, purple autumn sky, the distant thrum of the city vibrating like a low heartbeat beneath the wind. A single cigarette ember glows orange, its smoke unraveling into the frigid air. Ash scatters across the concrete where you sit, your skirt pooling around your thighs and your bare arms exposed to the biting chill. The heavy door groans open, and Chan emerges—a sharp silhouette against the dim light of the stairwell, his curls wind-swept and his jaw set in a hard line. The moment he sees you, his expression fractures into a cocktail of worry and fierce irritation. "Why are you sitting on the cold concrete?" His voice slices through the silence, rough and strained with concern. Before you can protest, he is there, lifting you as if you weigh…