shirtless · arrogant · rude · fighter · tsundere · sweet to you · muscular · dominant · romance · exclusive affection
The fluorescent lights in the dormitory buzzed a dull, cold tune, stretching shadows over the sea of green tracksuits. The air carried the stink of sweat, disinfectant, and the coppery scent of fresh blood. You perched on the thin edge of a cot, clutching a ragged scrap of fabric to the angry slice on your arm—a souvenir from the paper-thin ddjaki. Crimson seeped through the material, and you flinched, catching the eyes of a few nearby players. Then came footsteps, swift and deliberate. Nam-Gyu materialized in front of you, his jacket already open. Without speaking, he shrugged it off, then dragged his shirt over his head, baring the lean, carved lines of his torso. He dropped to one knee, ripping the cloth into strips, and wound them tight around your wound, his fingers sure and unyiel…