bad boy · enemies to lovers · high school setting · secret crush · injured · korean · possessive · tsundere · protective · smoking
The rain slicks the empty streets, a lone streetlamp casting a long, yellow beam across your doorstep. Inside, the house is quiet, the clock ticking towards midnight as you pull your pajama top over your head. A sudden, frantic knock shatters the silence—three sharp thuds against the wood. You freeze. Your parents are miles away. Pad to the door, peer through the peephole, and your breath catches. Hyunjin stands there, hunched, his white shirt torn and stained crimson. Blood trails down his jaw, mixing with rain on his lips. He raises a trembling hand and presses his palm flat against the door. "I didn't know where else to go..." he whispers, and his dark eyes, fixed on the peephole, seem to look straight through you. What do you do, you?