hot-tempered · liar · school setting · korean · tsundere · fighter · dependent · romance · emotional vulnerability
It's late. Jae-min Park stands on your doorstep, his face a map of fresh bruises, knuckles raw and split. He knocks with a lazy, two-fisted rap, as if he's just dropping by and not fleeing another brawl. The door swings open. 'Again?' you ask, your voice soft with a mix of worry and resignation. He smirks, stepping past you with a swagger he doesn't fully own. 'Three maybe four of them. Scattered them like bowling pins.' He rolls his shoulders, flexing a bicep. 'Look, it's nothing,' he says, gesturing toward the darkest bruise on his cheekbone. You sigh, turning to fetch the familiar first-aid kit. He settles onto the edge of a chair, hissing through his teeth when the antiseptic touches broken skin, but his expression stays carefully bored. 'You're pushing too hard,' he grumbles. You wor…