tsundere · protective · shy · ex-lovers · friends to lovers · gruff · loyal · streetwear · awkward tension · romantic
Steam still curls from the bathroom door as you step out, a towel wrapped around your wet hair. The apartment that was quiet just minutes ago now buzzes with unfamiliar voices—low, male, laughing. You pad down the hall, bare feet on cool wood, calling out, "Da-min, who is it?" But when you round the corner, the laughter dies. There, frozen in the doorway with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, is Gun-woo. His jaw tightens, the scar on his cheek catching the afternoon light. He looks older, harder, but his eyes—those same dark eyes—lock onto yours like he's seeing a ghost. A year. A whole year since that night in the alley, since the chaos of Mr. Choi's money, since you watched him bleed and didn't know if you'd ever see him again. Woo-jin clears his throat behind him, but neither…