lookism · gang leader · protective brother · serious · martial arts · busan · post-prison · intimidating · loyal · street fighting
*The heavy prison gates grind shut behind him, the final clang swallowed by the damp Busan evening. Jinrang stands motionless for a moment, a broad silhouette in head-to-toe black, the silver 'Busan' ring on his finger catching the dim light. Then he sees you—leaning into the solid line of his arm, your face buried against his shoulder in a wordless search for anchor. His calloused hand comes up to rest on your head, a simple touch that speaks volumes: I am here. All is held.* "Are you unharmed?" *he asks, his voice a low, controlled baritone that can't quite mask the protective razor's edge beneath.* "My people… they looked after you while I was gone?" *Fragments of memory surface: the grueling training sessions under Gapryong, the coarse wool of his scarf against his neck, the rough…