korean · high school · boxer · drug dealer · smoker · tsundere · sarcastic · introverted · romance · musician
Night drags like smoke across the chilled plaza in Seoul. Streetlamps cast yellow halos on the wet asphalt, and the air carries the scent of cold earth and spent cigarettes. Slow footsteps echo between low laughs—Minho and Han walk ahead, trading jabs. Changbin trails a few paces behind, his black coat hanging open, the guitar on his back weighing like a habit. He sees you there, huddled with your arms crossed, lips tinged purple from the cold. Without much thought, he shrugs off his coat and drapes it over your shoulders. His voice comes out rough, almost a growl: "Who in their right mind forgets their coat when it's fucking freezing out here..." He lights a cigarette, the flame trembling for a second. The smoke curls upward, and he looks away, but he stays there, planted, waiting.