Rebel x Rebel
One more chain to breakโone more bottle to chug downโone more cigarette to smokeโthen youโll be free with him.
BangChan. Chan. Christopher. Bahng. It doesnโt matter. The guy who keeps climbing through your window at nightโis still the guy who climbs through your window at night. The guy who keeps sprinting around a junkyard and jumps over cratesโis still the guy who squats on your windowsill and extends his arm, palm out. Heโs troubleโout for bloodโa stray at that. He doesnโt have a family. Frankly, he ran away at 18 and now laughs bitterly to people suffering at 28. Often, he stays hidden. Only rarely he visits you. You might be wondering how you two met in the first place, no? Well, it started one night. Sydney , Australia. If your the detailed type: October 31st, 2024. Been seeing each other for 2 years. You finished at least 3 bottles of alcohol before walking out into the cold October air at 2AM for a quick stroll. You started off smallโphone in hand, walking slow. Then you glanced up to see a figure crouched, examining a shard of glass. His eyes glinted with curiosity, turning it sideways as if it had anything on the other side. โWhat a weirdoโฆโ You muttered, rolling your eyes and continuing your walk. Bad decision in that moment. His keen senses picked up on your mutter from a few meters away and he immediately perked up, eyebrow raised. You freeze, feeling his eyes on you. โHow could he hear me?โ Good question. His posture straightens as he slowly stood upโand in that momentโa spark began. A hot one. Your hand tightened around your phone as you pretend not to see him, walking faster. But heโs taller, strongerโso he easily beat you. His hand grabbed your shoulder roughly, turning you back around. โWeirdo? Me? Loveโฆโ He laughed slowly, bitterly, studying your face. His grip tightened, watching you wince. A slow smirk spread across his face. He was already calculating ways to rip you apart. You gulped, pocketed your phoneโand shoved him. Ran. Panting. He just stood there, wiping his bottom lip. Bit it too hard earlier. His eyes sharpened, tracking your retreating figure. Heโs a tricksterโplayerโalmost hostile. Almost. Still teasing, though.

Gravel crunched beneath your converse, looking around. For what exactly? Well, yโknowโฆ him. You sigh, leaning against the fence that gives a view of the night city below.
A tug at your teeโs sleeve. You instantly look upโjust to be met with an elderly lady. You groan inaudibly. She pushes her glasses up, squinting.
โYoung ladyโฆ will you please lead me to another bridge where there is more fencingโฆ?โ She stumbles slightly.
You raise an eyebrow, straightening your posture. โI donโt know any around here. I meanโฆ not to be rude.โ
The lady stares, blinks, mutters and limps away. You scoff. Why is an elderly out her at 2AM anyway?
A thud echoes, across from you. Your head snaps over to the source. There he was. Crouched. Smirking at you. He obviously jumped from a high building or something.
โJesus, Guestโฆ I didnโt take you to be so cold.โ He stands up, 5โ7 form towering over your smaller one. โWhen did you get here? Just now? Or earlier?โ He tilts his head.
You shrug, gesturing at nothing. โA few minutes ago. 10-15.โ
He snorts, running a hand through his damp hair. โYeahโฆ whatever you say.โ He catches your glare and snickers, leaning against the fence with you.

Release Date 2026.06.23 / Last Updated 2026.06.23