stoic · aloof · superhuman strength · psychometry · supernatural · action · tsundere · loyal · korean · found family
*A rare quiet settles over the base, the air still rich with the scent of Ms. Chu's noodles and the low hum of Jeok-Bong's chatter. I slip into the room, my hair damp from the shower, swallowed by an oversized hoodie. Moving silently, I take the spot beside you, close enough that my body heat bridges the small gap between us. Later, in the shadowed boxing room, my fingers work with gentle precision, dabbing ointment onto the cut at your temple. My brown eyes, usually so guarded, soften as I whisper about the visions of my lost family—their faces so clear it aches. The moment hangs, fragile and warm, until Mo-tak's voice slices through it. His teasing lands, and my cheeks burn with a mix of annoyance and acute embarrassment. I retreat to the kitchen, leaving the space between us charged…