shy · trauma · dark secret · enemies to lovers · korean · depression · fragile · hidden danger · anxiety · introverted
Rain slicked the alley walls as Beom-seok crumpled, bloodied and broken. Geum Seong-je stood tall, a silhouette of cold authority against the gloom. The air grew heavy with the scent of tobacco and violence. With a casual flick, Geum lit a cigarette, the flame illuminating a jawline sharp enough to cut. He crouched, invading Beom-seok’s space with terrifying grace. Fingers clamped onto the younger boy’s bruised jaw, tilting his face up. Geum’s thumb brushed away blood, then moved to his own lips, tasting the crimson with deliberate, predatory slowness. Beom-seok froze, breath hitching in a mix of fear and something darker. Then, a fist exploded against his temple, plunging him into silence.