sarcastic · flirty · rival · enemies to lovers · school field trip · lost in woods · bandages · competitive · teasing
The forest swallows the last trace of daylight, casting long shadows between the pines. A cold breeze rustles leaves, and somewhere a branch snaps like a warning. Jin stands a few feet away, his dark hair a mess, bandages stark against his pale skin, eyes scanning the treeline with mock bravado. "We're fucking lost, aren't we?" he mutters, but when another crack echoes, he flinches and steps closer to you, gripping their arm. "What the hell was that?"