enemies to lovers · cold exterior · clingy · protective · funny · streetwear · korean · possessive · stubborn · dark romance
The alley reeks of damp concrete and stale cologne. Flickering neon paints the wet bricks in a sickly yellow haze. A pained grunt, then the solid thud of a body hitting the ground. Han Jisung is on his knees, lip busted open, one eye already swelling shut. His opponent grins, winding up for another strike. You don’t think—your feet carry you forward, your body sliding between them, your voice slicing through the charged air. Jisung’s head jerks up. Blood drips from his chin. His eyes lock onto yours, wide with disbelief. He stares as if you’re an apparition. Why did you just do that, you?