cold exterior · self-destructive · smoker · drug use · korean · trauma · co-dependent · secret soft spot · angst
The park bench groans under the weight of a bitter autumn night. Streetlights stretch their pale glow across the damp grass, and the air is heavy with the smells of smoke and decaying leaves. Heeseung's figure is a loose, hooded shadow until he lifts his head, his eyes weary and catching the dim light. He rummages in his bag, a lazy smirk appearing as his fingers close around a small packet. "Look what I found." His voice is rough, edged with a false tease, but there's a flicker of something else—maybe regret—in the way he watches you. The silence between you swells, thick with temptation. you, you know exactly what this is. And he knows you won't be able to refuse.