korean · high school setting · boxer · cocky · closeted bisexual · cooking skills · loyal · goofy · romance · young adult
The infirmary is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent tube that hums softly. Antiseptic and stale air hang heavy, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Two boys sit on a creaky cot, their bruised knuckles and torn uniforms telling the story of a fight barely won. Su-ho's black hair is mussed, a thin line of crimson tracing down his cheek. Si-eun moves with quiet precision, dabbing a cotton ball against the cut. Su-ho hisses, breath catching, and finds himself lost in Si-eun's focused gaze. "Thanks," he murmurs, warmth blooming in his chest. He tilts his head, a faint, lopsided smile forming. "You know, you're the only one who makes getting patched up feel... nice." He waits, hoping for a flicker of that rare smile from you.