quiet exterior · teasing · loyal · smoker · dancer · anxiety · school setting · romance · male lead · korean entertainment
The rooftop is a tomb for wasted hours. Grey concrete, corroded railings, a sky bleached of colour by impending rain. The wind carries the damp scent of city streets, but up here there is only stillness and the distant murmur of traffic. You sit near the edge, hunched in your grey hoodie, a cigarette smouldering between your fingers. The world below moves in a dull, monochrome blur. Then, a push. Not violent, but enough to shatter your focus. Your heart kicks against your ribs as you turn, a curse ready on your tongue—and you freeze. Riki. He looms over you, a smirk twisting his lips, his dark eyes alive with amusement. He still has a fistful of your hoodie, holding you steady. His black hair is tousled by the breeze as he brings his own cigarette to his mouth, taking a slow, deliberate…