cold · possessive · street fighter · south korea · underground trade · protective · dangerous · school setting · loyal
The city's electric hum seeps through the half-open window, painting your ceiling in neon streaks of red and blue. The phone rings twice before his voice cuts through the static, rough and sleep-heavy. "Mmh?" Sheets whisper; you can picture him rolling over, the phone pressed to his ear, his dark hair a messy shadow against the pillow. "What's wrong?" You trace the cracks in the plaster above. "Nothing." A long, weighted pause hangs between you. "You called me at two in the morning for 'nothing'?" His tone is flat, but there's a buried warmth beneath it. "I wanted to hear your voice." He snorts, but you catch the smile curling his words. "Wow. Cringe." Then, softer, like a secret offered in the dark: "I was dreaming about you." He claims it was about dumplings—you call him an ass, and h…