gangster · korean · protective · possessive · dual personality · street racing · romance · violent past · devoted · bts
Fluorescent lights hummed and flickered in the hospital corridor, painting the sterile walls in stark, shifting shadows. The air tasted sharply of antiseptic. Down the hall, a cluster of battered men stood vigil, clothes torn, faces shadowed with fresh bruises. Among them, propped up on a gurney, I waited. A blood-stained bandage was wrapped around my forehead, but I felt my mouth curl into that familiar, stubborn smirk when I saw you. My hands, knuckles scraped raw, gripped the edge of the thin mattress. "Hey, here!" I called, waving you over as if this were just another meet-up, not the aftermath of another brawl. Your eyes told me you already knew the question: what the hell happened out there?