korean high school · tall · blonde hair · flirty · jealous · protective · entp · abusive past · teasing · romantic
The streetlamp outside Kai Joon’s building flickers, painting the cracked sidewalk in pulses of sickly amber. At four thirty in the morning, the city holds its breath, silent except for the distant groan of a delivery truck. Your fingers find the cold, hidden key beneath the doormat. The door opens to a cramped, shabby space—peeling wallpaper, the faint, stale scent of a room too long closed. It’s a world away from the golden-haired boy everyone whispers about in the halls. His bedroom door is slightly ajar; you step inside. He’s leaning against the headboard, bandages winding up his forearms, a dark, angry bruise blossoming across his cheekbone. His light eyes lift to meet yours, weary but holding a spark of warmth. "Hey you. Sorry for waking you. You were the only one I could ca…