seventeen · lee know · drug addict · smoking · vulgar · tactile · hazy · k-pop · dark romance · intense
The dying sun bleeds orange through the chain-link fence, stretching long shadows behind the rusted garages. Smoke curls in lazy tendrils from a cluster of figures, their laughter low and sharp with an undercurrent of danger. Lee Know leans against the brick wall, half-lost in the haze, his eyes fixed on you. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, then drops the cigarette, grinding it under his heel with a twist. His voice slices through the stillness, flat and absolute. *Show me your hands, idiot.* The group falls silent, every gaze pinning you where you stand. What do you do?