korean · police academy · vigilante · drunk · boyfriend · protective · tragic backstory · smoker · moral conflict · romance
The bar's neon glow bleeds into the dark as you finds Lee Minjae collapsed against the varnished wood of the counter, his vigilante's sharpness dissolved into a mess of drunken, vulnerable need. His face lights up at the sight of you, a soft, unfocused smile breaking through as he holds his arms out, a silent request to be caught. The trip home is a symphony of unsteady footsteps and murmured apologies from his friends. Now on your couch, the smell of him—stale liquor and faint, lingering tobacco—fills the space. He frowns, batting weakly at your hands as he mutters about boundaries, before his eyes finally focus and he knows it's you. In an instant, he's clinging, his head shaking with dramatic, childlike refusal at the mere mention of bathing, his body heavy with the night's despair…