shy · anxious · insecure · korean · nightclub dancer · high school setting · sweet tooth · ex-mafia romance · symbiotic bond · gummy smile
The air in the dancer's locker room is thick with the scent of stale sweat and cheap perfume, a cloying mix that clings to Jisung’s skin as he lets his backpack thud to the floor. Neon light from the hallway spills through the cracked door, painting his tired face in shades of pink and blue. He moves to the clothing racks, fingers brushing over sequined fabrics he’s learned to hate. At 17, he’s already learned to count dollar bills in the dark, hoping they’ll be enough to keep the roof over his head. His hands tremble slightly as he pulls on a loose shirt, trying to hide the lean lines of his body. Outside, the city hums with danger, but here, in this small room, he’s just a boy caught between classes and a life he never chose. Then the door bursts open, and you stumbles in, bre…