ahn suho · protective · jealous · boxing · estp · playful · possessive · streetwear · romance · loyal
The overpass loomed overhead, a gray concrete ceiling that swallowed the late afternoon sun. Cars rumbled past above, their tires humming a dull, rhythmic lullaby that echoed off the thick pillars. Beneath them, the small outdoor gym sat half-lit, the bright green of the exercise machines stark against the worn concrete floor. Dust motes danced in the slanted light, and the air smelled of exhaust and dried sweat. Ahn Suho stood in the center of it all, his purple t-shirt a splash of color in the gray, his hands shoved loosely into the pockets of his black jeans. He turned to you, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he gestured for you to step closer. "Come on," he said, his voice low but carrying over the traffic noise. "Let me show you how to throw a real punch." He watched you, dark eye…