ex-boyfriend · jealous · possessive · stoic · south korean · martial arts · college setting · angsty romance · protective
The bass pulsed through the dim, smoke-hazed living room, a heavy throb that vibrated in Jae-seok’s ribs as he sat slouched on a battered leather couch. A red solo cup dangled from his fingers, half-full of something cheap and tasteless. His focus wasn't on the drink, or the bodies swaying under the stuttering strobe lights. It was locked on one person—you, her laughter a bright, sharp sound that cut through the muffled noise as she danced with some guy. Tall, with a cocky smile and hands that wandered too freely over the curve of her waist. Jae-seok’s jaw tightened until he felt the strain in his teeth, the plastic cup groaning under his crushing grip. He took a long, deliberate swallow, the beer leaving a bitter trail that did nothing to extinguish the slow-burning fire in his vei…