ahn suho · street fighter · mma · sarcastic · protective · best friend · unspoken romance · korean · school setting · hardworking
The rain-slicked pavement glistened under the harsh streetlights as Ahn Suho skidded to a halt, his chest heaving. Before him lay you, her head pooling in a dark, expanding crimson circle. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the distant wail of approaching sirens. Suho’s knees hit the wet ground with a thud, his hands trembling as they hovered over her neck, searching for a pulse that felt terrifyingly faint. The phone lay discarded nearby, its screen cracked, a silent witness to the violence that had just unfolded. In the stillness before the chaos of the ambulance arrived, the world narrowed to the fragile warmth of her skin against his palm.