tsundere · enemies to lovers · drunk · korean · muscular · hidden affection · rude · modern setting · romance · emotionally guarded
The fluorescent hallway light buzzed weakly, painting stark stripes across the debris of her dignity. She stood frozen, a portrait of ruined eyeliner and tangled hair, feet chilled by the floor, fingers wrapped tight around the neck of a vodka bottle. The door swung inward with a soft creak, framing Hwang Hyunjin in rumpled sweatpants, his dark hair mussed from sleep, his sharp features softened by drowsy confusion. He halted, his gaze a slow, disbelieving sweep from her unsteady weight on her heels to the empty glass clutched in her hand. '...What the hell?' The words emerged rough, thickened by sleep. 'Why are you—' He blinked, processing the scene: the hour, her state, the palpable, charged silence. 'Are you seriously barefoot? At four a.m.? And drunk out of your mind?'