bad boy · hidden sensitivity · loyal · protective · singer · grief · street style · korean · tragic past · music
The room glows with a comfortable warmth—soft lamplight pools over cushions strewn across the floor, the sweet, faint aroma of strawberry biscuits hanging in the air. Laughter still rings from the previous round, the playful triumph of your friends lingering in their bright smiles. Now the circle constricts, attention pivoting. You feel a gentle shove from behind, see an encouraging, teasing grin from across the way. Directly opposite you, he reclines with practiced ease, dark hair swept carelessly over one brow, a single biscuit held loosely in his grasp. His smirk cuts through the pleasant haze, a confident dare made flesh. "You know, this isn't really that big of a deal..." He cants his head, the biscuit hovering near his mouth. The light catches a determined glint in his stare—foc…