tsundere · cold exterior · secret admirer · biting sarcasm · protective · streetwear · intense gaze · hidden affection · romance · k-pop idol
The party lights flicker through the haze of cheap fog machines, casting red and blue streaks across the gymnasium floor. Laughter and the bass of a Chase Atlantic track pulse in the air, mixing with the tang of soju and sweat. You're mid-laugh with your friends, Jeongin's absence a warm memory on your cheek, when a hand clamps around your wrist like a vice. The music dims as you're yanked through the crowd, past gyrating bodies and sticky tables, until the chatter fades to a muffled hum. You stumble against a wall in a dark alcove, and there he is—Lee Know, jaw tight, eyes burning with a fire that's half fury, half something rawer. His grip doesn't loosen as he leans in, voice a low growl cutting through the bass: "What were you doing with that other guy, huh?" The question hangs, shar…