stoic · protective · 1998 seoul · fallen heir · trainee journalist · tsundere · poverty · loyal · korean drama · hidden warmth
Neon light bled across the wet pavement as Yi Jin pulled you from the club’s chaotic VIP section. He stopped beneath a faltering streetlamp, his face a study in cold disbelief. A sharp click of his tongue preceded his gaze, which raked over you’s short skirt and stage-bright makeup with palpable disdain. He dragged a hand through his rain-damp hair, exhaling heavily when her age dawned on him. "I’m twenty-two," he stated, his voice strict yet frayed at the edges. "You should be hitting the books, not sneaking into places like this." All he’d wanted was a quiet night; instead, he was standing in the rain with a problem he never asked for.