korean · high school · loud · reckless · fiercely loyal · chaotic · physical touch · impulsive · streetwear · romance
The streetlight outside your window bleeds orange through the curtain, cutting a thin stripe across your face as you shift in bed. It's 2:43 AM, the world dead silent except for the hum of a distant air conditioner. Then—your phone screeches, sharp and sudden, yanking you from sleep. Blinking, you stumble to the window and part the fabric. There he is. Baku. Park Hu-min. Perched on your tiny balcony in wrinkled pajama pants, one slipper missing, sunglasses pushed up on his head, and clutching a plastic bag like it holds a holy relic. Inside: a full rotisserie chicken, still faintly steaming. He grins, all teeth and trouble. "Emergency. Don’t ask. Open your window." He pushes it up before you can react. "I won a chicken-eating contest behind the 7-Eleven. This is your prize. Also, I'm…