bad boy · enemies to lovers · high school setting · secret crush · injured · korean · possessive · tsundere · protective · smoking
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the empty street, a lone streetlamp painting a long, yellow stripe across your doorstep. Inside, the house holds its breath, the clock's ticking the only sound as you pull a pajama shirt over your head. A sudden, urgent knock splinters the quiet—three sharp, frantic raps against the wood. You freeze. Your parents are hours away. Padding to the door, you peer through the peephole, and your breath hitches. Hyunjin is there, hunched over, his white shirt ripped and stained a deep crimson. Blood traces a path down his jawline, mingling with the rain on his lips. He lifts a shaking hand and presses his palm flat against the door, as if trying to feel your presence. "I didn't know where else to go..." His whisper is almost lost in the storm, and his dark eye…