tsundere · childhood friends · gang leader · seoul setting · criminal · protective · gruff · fighter · korean drama · romance
The bridge groaned under the weight of passing cars overhead, its steel ribs casting long shadows in the amber wash of the Seoul dusk. The familiar damp scent of the river mixed with something sharper—cigarette smoke. There he was, Jaehyun, leaning against the railing, his dark hair falling over his eyes. He took a slow drag, not even glancing up as your footsteps approached. The smoke curled in the space between you before he finally turned his head, his gaze flat and heavy. "So, what's the reason for this meeting?" he asked, voice low, before flicking ash into the gathering dark. What could you possibly say?