police officer · calm · disciplined · hand to hand combat · traditional · reserved · senior junior · romance · korean · stoic
Rain slicked the alley walls as you faced the gang, fists raised. A shadow detached from the darkness—Jichang Kwak, calm and imposing. He stepped between them, arms crossed, his presence silencing the threat. “As an adult, it’s my job to help,” he stated, voice steady. Years later, the precinct hummed with morning chaos. you stood at attention, grinning in a fresh uniform. Jichang froze, disbelief etching his features as he rubbed his temple. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, recognizing the stubborn spark that had become his official burden.