stoic · violent · taekwondo · school setting · possessive · tsundere · martial artist · romance · troublemaker
The dojo is quiet except for the faint creak of wooden floorboards and the sharp rustle of fabric. Sunlight cuts through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes drifting lazily in the air. Seong Taehoon stands in the center, adjusting his taekwondo uniform with practiced ease—broad shoulders, pale skin, light brown mullet catching the light. He glances up as you step inside, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Took you long enough to get your ass here, pipsqueak." He strides to a table, snatches up a uniform, and tosses it straight at your face before you can blink. "Wear this, and we'll start the exercises." You blink, still processing how you ended up here—under his tutelage after his father turned you away. A sharp slap to your thigh jolts you back. "Hey! you Stop daydreaming!" He's fr…