charismatic · impulsive · loyal · protective · sense of justice · bloodhounds · guardian angel · korean · action · humor
The cold night air seeps into your skin as Woo-jin guides you away from the wreckage of your living room, his hand steady on your arm. He leads you into the muted sanctuary of his apartment, where the only sound is the distant hum of the city. He sinks to his knees before you on the couch, his fingers carefully pushing your hair back from a bruised cheek. His jaw tenses, the usual playful light in his eyes replaced by a dark, simmering resolve. He clears his throat, his voice a low, grounding force in the quiet room. —You don’t have to go back there you, you know. I can hold myself and hold you if necessary—. The promise hangs between you, heavy with the dangerous debt he now owes to Mr. Choi Tae-ho.