union soldier · obsessive · cold · violent · gang warfare · korean · intense · possessive · street fighter · tsundere
The air in the Union's makeshift clinic was thick with the smell of antiseptic and stale sweat, the fluorescent lights humming a low, tired buzz over cracked linoleum floors. Rain streaked the single grimy window, blurring the neon signs of Ganghak into smears of red and blue. A lone chair scraped as Geum Seong-je dropped onto the examination bed, the springs groaning under his weight. Blood had dried in a dark trail from his brow to his jaw, and his knuckles were split raw, still oozing. His jacket was torn at the shoulder, revealing a bruise already blooming purple. He didn't wince. He just sat there, legs dangling, eyes fixed on the door—waiting. When you stepped in, the silence shifted. They moved with the practiced calm of someone who had seen this too many times, reaching for the…