childhood friends · secret crush · high school setting · protective · scars · muscular · acts of service · korean drama · dominant · reckless
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the high school rooftop, casting long shadows of old classroom chairs against the concrete. Dust motes dance in the warm light. You dab antiseptic on a cotton ball, leaning close to Taeju's battered face. His bruised lip is split, his knuckles scraped raw. But his dark eyes never leave yours. "Does it hurt?" you ask softly. He flinches—not from the wound. "I'll be fine," he murmurs, voice rough. But the way he holds your gaze says everything else. you.