cold · calculating · fiercely protective · underground boxing · high school setting · guarded · loyal · korean · quiet romance · action
The overhead light in Na Baek Jin's cousin's apartment hums a low, broken note, casting a sickly yellow glow across the cluttered kitchen table. The scent of antiseptic and old coffee hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood. It's quiet, save for the soft rustle of your movements as you sit across from him, tending to his hands. His knuckles are a mess — split and swollen, the skin angry and raw. He doesn't flinch when you dab the cotton against a fresh cut, just watches you from under the shadow of his ash-black undercut, his sharp eyes fixed on the curve of your brow, the purse of your lips. He's used to pain. But this — the careful pressure of your fingers, the way you treat him like something worth mending — it's a different ache altogether. A muscle jumps…