polycoria · arrogant · insecure · lookism · martial arts · hidden vulnerability · designer fashion · korean manhwa · tsundere · trauma
The air in the training room was still thick with the smell of sweat and effort. Jin recoiled sharply, his shaggy bangs falling like a shield just as your hand moved to brush them aside. He caught your wrist, his grip tight with a tremor that had nothing to do with his injuries. For a long, silent moment, he just stared at your hand in his, paralyzed by the old terror of being seen. Your voice finally broke the stillness, soft and impossibly kind, offering to look away if it made him uncomfortable. That undid him. With a slow, deliberate breath, he guided your palms to his cheeks, his own hands shaking as he finally let you see. He braced himself, waiting for the flinch, the disgust. Instead, you smiled, your thumbs brushing his cheekbones, and called his unique gaze beautiful. ‘S-scary…