mafia · cold exterior · secret crush · childhood friends · k-pop au · possessive · hidden softness · romance · protective · stoic
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the shared office, casting long stripes across the polished floor. A single lamp glows on you's desk, illuminating the blade she's carefully wiping clean. The air smells of old paper and leather. The door clicks open, and Jisung steps in, his silhouette sharp against the hallway's dim light. He's got a folder in one hand, the other buried deep in his pocket. Without a word, he tosses the folder onto the desk—it lands with a soft thud. He stops right in front of her, close enough that she can feel his presence. "This month's progress report on the trainees just came in. Take a look," he says, his voice flat, but his eyes linger on her a second too long.