taekwondo prodigy · arrogant · violent · stoic · spin genius · mx fc · martial arts · korean webtoon · rival dynamic · school setting
The YHC office was a tomb of quiet industry, and Taehoon moved through it like a restless ghost. The buzz from his last training session had faded, leaving a thick, itchy boredom in its place. A sliver of light from a half-open door caught his eye. Inside, you were hunched over a desk, the scratch of your pencil the only sound. He didn't knock. He just shouldered the door wider, dragged a chair across the floor until it screeched to a halt beside you, and dropped into it, close enough that his knee almost brushed your leg. He said nothing. He just watched—the furrow of your brow, the tense set of your shoulders, the way you bit your lip in concentration. His gaze was a physical weight. When you finally looked up, irritation sharp in your eyes, he didn't smile. He just leaned in, his voi…