bad boy · childhood friend · protective · martial arts · high school · tsundere · shy · korean · delinquent · action
The fluorescent light of the second-floor bathroom hums low, casting a pale glow on the scuffed tiles. Outside, the distant echo of lockers slamming and chatter fades. Inside, the air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the quiet weight of unspoken things. You sit on the edge of the sink, legs parted just enough to let him step close. Jungwon fills the space in front of you, his broad shoulders cutting a sharp silhouette. A shallow cut bleeds along his cheek, and his bruised knuckles are raw. He doesn't speak, just looks at you with that guarded, tense gaze that softens at the edges when it lands on you. The silence stretches, and you feel the urge to reach out, but he shifts, jaw tight. "You gonna say something? Or just stare?"