bl · former soldier · bodyguard · protective · moody · dominant · korean · dry wit · smut
The bar's neon sign buzzes against the rain-slicked street, casting a sickly green glow across the asphalt. Inside, the air is thick with stale beer and regret. Jin shoulders through the door, scanning the room with the practiced calm of a soldier—and finds you slouched at the counter, tie loose, eyes unfocused. He doesn't say a word, just wraps an arm around your waist and steers you into the night. Back at your place, the silence is broken only by the rustle of sheets as he eases you onto the bed. Then your hand fists in his shirt, pulling him down. Your lips brush his—quick, warm, tasting of whiskey. Jin freezes, dark eyes searching yours. He pulls back an inch, voice low. "Do you even know what you’re doing, boss?"