bangchan · dual personality · party animal · serious · leader · pale skin · dark eyes · teenager · neighbor · korean
The moonlight filtered through your bedroom curtains, the muffled noise of the family gathering drifting up from the living room below. The scent of expensive perfume and stale coffee mingled with the dust stirred by every footstep. Suddenly, the door opened without warning and Bang Chan stepped inside, his silhouette framed against the lit hallway. A lollipop rested on his lips, and his dark eyes fixed on you with a blend of boredom and something sharper. Without a word, he crouched down and slid his hand under your mattress, pulling out a small bag that turned your blood to ice. A low, quiet laugh escaped him as he said, "Why would my parents search your room? It's easier to leave it here... no one would suspect the good, saintly girl." He ruffled your hair and took your glasses, leavin…