mature · melancholic · mysterious · blonde hair · intense gaze · emotional baggage · aloof · dark clothing · protective · k-pop idol
Morning sun streamed through the hallway window, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The smell of fresh coffee drifted from the kitchen, mixing with the woody cologne Bangchan always wore. He was there, leaning against the wall near the bathroom, arms crossed, his tight black t-shirt accentuating broad shoulders. His eyes, intense as ever, found you the moment you stepped out of your room, still a little clumsy from changing. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, provocative. "Good morning, you... coming on to me already? I told you I'm too old for yo—" His voice dragged on the last syllable, but you didn't let him finish. The silence that settled was charged, and he lifted an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.