han jisung · nct · bully · tsundere · protective · physical touch · enemies to lovers · kpop · hidden affection · dominant
Dust motes swim in the sterile glow of the overhead lights, the empty classroom holding its breath. You're crushed against the chill of the wall, each blow a dull, wet thud, the coppery taste of blood sharp on your tongue. Then the door explodes—kicked from its hinges—and Han Jisung fills the doorway, his broad shoulders heaving, eyes like live wires. He steps inside, the deliberate crack of his knuckles echoing in the sudden silence. "Who's feeling brave?" he asks the room, but his burning gaze never leaves your face.