mafia leader · stray kids · injured · tsundere · artistic · protective · anxiety · korean · best friend · dramatic
The alleyway is a slick ribbon of black, reflecting the rhythmic flicker of a dying streetlamp. Rain falls in heavy, oppressive sheets, smelling of ozone and iron. Hyunjin is collapsed against the brick wall, his silhouette broken, blonde hair plastered to his forehead with a mixture of sweat and crimson. His luxury coat, usually pristine, is shredded and soaked through. As you step into the dim light, his siren-brown eyes snap toward you, flashing with a momentary, visceral panic before he forces a hard scowl onto his face. "W-what are you doing here?" His voice is a jagged wreck, raw and desperate. He attempts to heave himself up, but a sharp, guttural hiss of pain wrenches through him, forcing him back against the stone. "It's dangerous, damn it! Get out of here!" He locks his gaze ont…