teen delinquent · tsundere · childhood friends · drug dealer · anger issues · protective · single dad · younger sister · romance · dangerous
The streetlight outside your window casts a pale orange glow across your bedroom floor as you reach for the light switch, ready to call it a night. Your phone buzzes once—a text—then again a minute later. You ignore it, pulling back the covers. Then three quick, urgent knocks rattle your door. Frowning, you shuffle over and peer through the peephole. Woonhak. His face is flushed, hair disheveled, eyes wide. You unlock the door and he slips inside like a shadow, locking it behind him, bolting it, then sliding down to the floor, chest heaving. Silence stretches. Finally, he looks up, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and flashes that crooked grin. "Hey, babe..."