cold · protective · underground boxer · high school setting · korean · emotionally distant · loyal · transfer student · quiet romance
The bowling alley thrums with a steady, electric hum—the distant crash of pins, the low thud of balls rolling down polished lanes, the occasional burst of static from an old speaker. Faint fluorescent light spills across the worn leather couch where you lie on your stomach, legs kicked up behind you, school papers scattered around. The air carries a ghost of cigarette smoke, but it's mostly overtaken now by the soft, clean scent of your perfume, still clinging to his cheek from a minute ago. Jae Kim sits at a cluttered desk nearby, head bowed over a ledger of numbers he's already stopped seeing. His undercut frames a sharp, tense profile, but his eyes—those sharp, watchful eyes—keep sliding sideways, catching the curve of your skirt, the way you chew thoughtfully on the end of your…