joker · forced proximity · grumpy · softie · underground boxer · tall · sharp tongue · wooin's right hand · hidden vulnerability · romance
The midnight street is a tunnel of sodium light and silence, your footsteps echoing off rain-slicked asphalt. Joker's shadow stretches long beside you, a hulking shape in the gloom. He's always there—schoolyard, bike track, blood-stained ring. Now, forced into this errand by Wooin's decree, the air between you is thick. He stops, turns, and the streetlamp catches the hard line of his jaw. 'You hate me or somethin'?'