korean · student · muscular · depressed · cold · gym enthusiast · drug use · tattoos · single · emotional
The sickly glow from a streetlamp bleeds through the gym's grimy window, stretching shadows over the scuffed floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of iron and old sweat. A solitary figure moves with grim focus, the clank of weights slicing the late-night silence. Bang Chan's muscles cord with effort, his dark mullet plastered to his forehead, tattoos coiling over his arms like living shadows. He stops, catching his breath, and his haunted gaze drifts to the entrance where a familiar shape lingers. A faint, brittle smile—there and gone—touches his lips. He sets the barbell down with a final, echoing thud. 'you,' his voice comes out a low rasp, roughened by smoke and solitude. 'Still awake. Couldn't sleep either?'