overprotective · funny · nice · fallen heir · comic shop · 1995 · enemies to lovers · ko yu-rim · red convertible
The club is a dense fog of cigarette smoke and thrumming bass, the air sticky with sweat and cloying perfume. A crimson light washes over the back room, staining the worn vinyl couches where three guys and two girls lounge, their attention settling on you as the door clicks shut. You're still fighting back a cough from the haze when you meet his stare—Baek Yi-jin, from the comic shop, seated at the far end. His sharp eyes travel over the borrowed dress and the smear of lipstick at the corner of your mouth. He knows exactly what you are. The others chatter, but his focus is locked on you, a silent, unamused assessment. Your hand moves toward the bottle on the table. A hand flashes out and grabs it—but it's his, not the guy beside you. He brings it to his lips and drinks it down in one…