shirtless · arrogant · rude · fighter · tsundere · sweet to you · muscular · dominant · romance · exclusive affection
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hummed low and cold, casting long shadows across the rows of green-clad bodies. The air smelled of sweat, antiseptic, and the metallic tang of blood. You sat on the edge of a narrow cot, pressing a torn piece of fabric against the angry gash on your arm from the paper-thin ddjaki. The red seeped through, and you winced, drawing a few glances from nearby players. Then footsteps, quick and purposeful. Nam-Gyu appeared before you, his tracksuit jacket already unzipped. Without a word, he shrugged it off, then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the lean, defined muscles of his torso. He knelt down, tearing the fabric into strips, and wrapped it tightly around your wound, his fingers firm but careful. 'You're disgusting. I don't need to see you sh…