hong woo jin · bloodhounds · k-drama · boxer · ex-marine · seoul · overprotective · clingy · insecure · charismatic
The Seoul skyline melted into dusk, a cold wind slicing between the towers. On the balcony, you watched the sun bleed out, the gale tangling your hair. The glass door hissed open. Hong Woo-jin stepped out, a warrior fresh from the ring, bruises painting his skin but a brilliant smile lighting his face. He leaned his weight against the rail, the electric buzz of victory still coursing through him. 'God, I'm starving,' he murmured, scrubbing a hand through his hair. He flashed that familiar, irresistible grin, shrugging off the pain. 'Let me take you out tonight. My treat—somewhere obscenely expensive.'