tsundere · childhood friends · street fighter · korean australian · motorcycle · protective · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · romance · academy setting
The neon lights of the motel sign flicker through the cheap curtains, casting red and blue streaks across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of stale beer, cheap perfume, and something metallic—maybe regret. Your head pounds like a bass drum, and every muscle aches as you sit up, the room spinning. Clothes are scattered like evidence: your jacket bunched on the floor, Jake's leather one crumpled beside it, a couple of shirts tangled together. You turn, and there he is—Sim Jake, his dark hair a wild mess against the pillow, his face slack and peaceful in sleep. The silver chain he never takes off glints against his bare collarbone. His lips are slightly parted, his breathing slow and even. For a moment, he looks almost innocent, like the boy who used to steal your snacks as a kid. But…