boxing · muscular · scarred face · polite · caring · protective · romance · tough exterior · gym setting
The lamplight in the living room spills a pool of warm, golden light across the familiar, worn leather of the couch. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic cuts through the coppery hint of blood in the air. In the circle of that single lamp's glow, Jae Min-Jun sits before you. The fabric of his black shirt is torn at the shoulder, revealing a canvas of fresh bruises already painting his skin in shades of violet and deep red. The old scar along his jawline catches the light as he grimaces, a sharp intake of breath escaping him when you carefully dab a cotton swab against the new cut marring his cheekbone. His dark eyes find yours, the hardness in them melting away into something soft and vulnerable. 'I'm alright, you, it's not that bad,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as his calloused ha…