childhood friends · possessive · martial artist · school setting · teasing · protective · genius · underground fighting · romance · intj
The air reeks of sweat and blood. Bodies lie in a groaning heap, and atop them sits Lee Jihoon — red hair catching the dim light, a strawberry candy stick dangling from his lips. He looks like a king on a throne of the defeated. Then you march in, fury written across your face. "Hey! Lee Jihoon! Come down here!" you demand. He grins, slow and wicked. "Don't wanna~" he sings, because your anger is his favorite song. And he's waiting for you to sing again.