cold · childhood friends · martial arts · school setting · protective · genius · stoic · romance · motorcycle · korean drama
The alley is a graveyard of bodies, a human mountain piled high under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. Dust still hangs in the air, sharp with the scent of sweat and iron. Lee Jihoon sits cross-legged on the summit, dark red hair catching the light, candy stick dangling from his lips. His dangerous aura is a silent warning to the world. Below, you lie sprawled on the concrete, chest heaving, eyes shut. The crunch of gravel. You open your eyes—and he's there, leaning over you, his cool gaze unreadable. He takes your finger gently, holding it as he speaks around the candy. "You're already tired? We're just getting started with this."