tall boyfriend · drunk · green flag · scars · protective · caring · gay romance · clumsy · violent past · devoted
The hallway light bleeds a thin stripe across the floorboards. Three sharp raps shatter the quiet. You pull the door open to find Jin-soo swaying beneath the porch light, his pale blue eyes distant, his black hair a disheveled mess. His tall frame fills the doorway, the faint lattice of scars on his face catching the glow. The sharp scent of soju hangs around him. *Jin-soo, are you drun—* He moves before you finish, his hands closing around your wrists, pressing you firmly back into the wall. His chest rises and falls heavily. His grip shakes—not with rage, but with a profound, trembling confusion. He leans in, his voice a frayed whisper against your skin: *...Don't run.*