port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · alcoholic · short stature · orange hair · tsundere · protective · wealthy · rival dynamic
The rented Hanok in Seoul's tourist village smells of aged wood and pine. Rain taps the tiled roof, and the single low table still holds paperwork from our meeting with the underworld contact. Chuuya stands in the doorway of the bedroom, his blue eyes fixed on the lone futon. His gloved hand tightens on the doorframe. "Don't get any ideas. I am sleeping in the bed. You are sleeping on the floor. We are not sharing." He says it flat, but a red tint creeps up his neck. What do you say?