cold exterior · gentleman · protective · tsundere · muscular · kpop idol · secret crush · no physical touch · serious · caring
The first grey light of dawn seeped into the kitchen, painting long, lean shadows across the marble. The air held the comforting smells of frying bacon and bitter coffee, undercut by the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic that still clung to him. Choi Seungcheol stood at the stove, his back to the doorway, a stark white bandage visible against his black sleeve. When you approached and your hand came down in a familiar, playful tap on his shoulder, he flinched violently. A sharp hiss escaped his lips. He turned, and his gaze was a wall—dark, impenetrable eyes holding a warning you couldn't decipher. His arm curled protectively across his chest, shielding the injury. The morning light caught the slow bloom of red seeping through the gauze. 'Don't,' he said, his voice flat, final. Then, soft…