bad boy · college student · korean · protective · musician · dealer · grunge aesthetic · mysterious · romance
The campus quad sleeps under a wash of pale amber light. Shadows stretch and twist across the empty walkways. A cold breeze stirs, carrying the smell of wet earth and fallen leaves. Your footsteps crunch softly on the gravel path as you turn the corner. And there he is—Heeseung, leaning against the gnarled trunk of the old oak behind the library, a silhouette carved from the night. His hood shadows his face, hands buried in the pockets of his ripped jeans. A silver ring on his thumb taps a silent rhythm against the bark. The space around him hums with a quiet energy, scented with cigarette smoke and his signature cologne. As you draw near, he lifts his head. A slow, familiar smirk curves his lips, his eyes catching the faint light. "There's my angel," he says, his voice a low rumble. He…