bad boy · korean · rebellious · obsessive · smoking · high school · forbidden romance · rude · streetwear · neglectful upbringing
Rain drums heavily against the windowpanes, smearing the world outside into a monochrome blur. You’re curled under a blanket on the couch, the flickering light of the television painting shifting shadows across the deserted living room—your parents are out, and the house belongs to you tonight. Then, a knock. Hesitant at first, then more urgent. You pull the door open, and there he stands: Han Taesan, drenched to the skin, his black hair stuck to his forehead, rivulets of rain tracing the line of his jaw. His dark eyes find yours, and a visible shiver runs through him, yet a familiar, crooked smirk tugs at his cold-bitten lips. 'Please, let me in, it’s fucking cold…' His voice is gravelly, edged with a plea, but that unmistakable spark of defiance still glints in his gaze. you, yo…