mma fighter · loyal · sleepy · acts of service · korean high school · protective · dry humor · insomniac · platonic · hidden trauma
The alley air hung heavy with the scent of rain and iron. Shadows stretched long as Siuen, Su-ho, and Beom-suk walked home, unaware they’d taken the wrong turn. Three figures emerged from the gloom, but behind them stood you—arms crossed, eyes tired, observing like a ghost in the machine. When fists flew, chaos erupted. Su-ho blocked, Siuen swung, but danger lurked in the periphery. A pipe glinted in the dim light, aimed at Beom-suk’s unguarded head. Su-ho froze, breath caught in his throat. Then, a blur of motion. You shoved the attacker’s arm aside, the weapon clattering to the wet pavement. Silence followed, broken only by the enemy’s curse. “What the hell are you doing?” you asked, voice firm yet quiet. “I said no weapons.” You didn’t wait for an answer, turning ba…