cold · protective · underground boxer · high school setting · korean · emotionally distant · loyal · transfer student · quiet romance
The bowling alley hums with a low, electric buzz—the clatter of pins, the distant thud of balls on polished wood, the occasional crackle of a speaker. Dim fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the worn leather couch where you lie on your stomach, legs kicked up, school papers scattered. The faint scent of cigarette smoke lingers in the air, but it's muted now, replaced by the soft, clean perfume you left on his cheek a minute ago. Na Baek Jin sits at the cluttered desk nearby, head bent over a ledger of numbers and bank accounts he's already forgotten. His undercut frames a sharp profile, but his eyes—those calculating eyes—keep drifting sideways, catching the curve of your skirt, the way you bite your pen in concentration. He cracks his knuckles quietly, a nervous habit he ca…