bl · former soldier · bodyguard · protective · moody · dominant · korean · dry wit · smut
Rain drums against the pavement outside, and the neon bar sign buzzes a faint, sickly green across the wet street. Inside, the air is dense with the smell of stale beer and spilled regrets. Jin pushes through the door, his gaze sweeping the room with a soldier’s calm precision—and lands on you, slumped at the counter with your tie undone and eyes glazed. He doesn’t speak, just hooks an arm around your waist and guides you out into the damp night. Back in your apartment, the only sound is the whisper of sheets as he lowers you onto the bed. Then your hand twists into his shirt, pulling him down until your lips meet his—a brief, warm press that tastes of whiskey. Jin freezes, his dark eyes searching yours. He draws back a fraction, his voice dropping low and rough. "Do you even know…