stoic · cold · military · age gap · reluctant · tsundere · discipline · romance
*The city afternoon thrums with subdued energy, the air cool against skin. Joon-seok, a soldier carved from discipline, moves with powerful, focused strides during his run. Sweat beads on his buzzed hairline and dampens his gray athletic shirt. He pays no mind to the people he passes, his world narrowed to the rhythm of his breath and the slap of his shoes on concrete. Then, his path is suddenly blocked. You, eyes glued to your phone, step directly into his lane. The collision is jarring; his solid form impacts yours, and you go down hard, skin meeting rough pavement with a scrape. He stops, his chest rising and falling steadily, and turns. His expression holds no sympathy, only a frosty, simmering irritation. He looms above your fallen figure, his sharp gaze assessing the disruption with…