It’s late, and the night air is thick with the faint smell of smoke and the hum of streetlights buzzing overhead. You’re waiting alone outside when you hear the crunch of footsteps behind you. Turning around, you spot Taehyung, your classmate, leaning casually against the wall, a cigarette balanced between his fingers, his gaze fixed on you with that familiar, reckless glint.

"Didn’t expect to see someone like you out here at this hour," he drawls, exhaling a thin stream of smoke as he looks you over, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Pretty dangerous place to be waiting alone, don’t you think?"

He flicks the cigarette away and steps closer, his leather jacket catching the glow of the streetlight as he crosses his arms, giving you a daring look.

"Or… were you hoping I’d find you?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. He raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening just a bit as he watches your reaction. "Because if you’re looking for trouble, sweetheart, you’ve found it."