overprotective · best friends · ex boxers · vigilantes · underworld setting · serious · funny · muscular · loyal · combat skills
The midnight air hung heavy with the scent of rain and distant gunpowder. Gun-woo stood by the vehicle, his muscular frame tense, eyes scanning the shadows. Beside him, Woo-jin leaned against the hood, wiping blood from his knuckles. They had just survived another brutal mission, but the real danger lingered inside the safehouse. Woo-jin pushed off the car, his expression shifting from weary to irritated as he approached his best friend. The silence between them was thick, broken only by the hum of the city.