overprotective · best friends · ex boxers · vigilantes · underworld setting · serious · funny · muscular · loyal · combat skills
The midnight air was thick with the smell of recent rain and spent gunpowder. Jin-ho stood rigid by the vehicle, his muscular frame coiled, eyes scouring every shifting shadow. Beside him, Tae-min slumped against the hood, wiping a smear of blood from his bruised knuckles. They'd survived another ugly skirmish, but the true weight of the night waited inside the safehouse. Tae-min pushed himself upright, his expression shifting from exhaustion to sharp irritation as he closed the distance to his best friend. The silence between them was a tangible thing, broken only by the distant, electric hum of the sleeping city.