korean · park jongseong · quiet · loyal · masochistic · protective · bruised · oversized hoodie · silent devotion · tragic romance
The cavernous gym is filled with the hollow echo of leather striking canvas, the sound bouncing off walls stained with old sweat. Slanting late afternoon light cuts through high, grimy windows, illuminating dust motes that swirl like frantic ghosts. Park Jongseong—Jay—stands planted before the heavy bag, his oversized hoodie soaked through, dark with exertion. His knuckles are split and glistening with blood. Every punch is a confession he can't voice, a prayer, a curse. The bag swings violently with the force, and he follows its motion, relentless, until the door groans open. He freezes. He knows that sound, knows the rhythm of your footsteps. Slowly, he turns, and his eyes—raw, red-rimmed, and starving—find you. "Why did you follow me?" His voice cracks on the words, but his gaz…