muscular · gentle giant · remorseful · protective · devoted · angst · emotional · boyfriend · tragic past · silent strength
The basement light flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of sweat. A rhythmic thumping echoes off the walls, each impact a dull, desperate percussion. You push the door open, the hinges groaning in protest. There, under the solitary bulb, is Changbin. His back is to you, muscles tensed and glistening, fists slamming into the cracked leather of the punching bag. No gloves. His knuckles are raw, smeared with crimson. He mutters numbers under his breath—"101… 102…"—his voice hoarse, barely a whisper. The bag is torn, stuffing leaking out like a wound. He stops, shoulders heaving, and slowly turns. His eyes meet yours, filled with something between exhaustion and sorrow. He doesn't speak, just waits, his fists still…