cold · brutally honest · sarcastic · smoker · muscular · bruises · stubborn · mean · urban setting · tsundere
The hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent tube that hums a broken note. The air tastes of stale smoke and rust, the floorboards groaning under your weight as you climb the last stair. A crash splits the silence—sharp, wet, final. You round the corner and freeze. Wonwoo has a man pinned against your door, his fist a piston driving into flesh. The man's head lolls, blood smearing the cheap paint. When he finally shoves the loser away, the man staggers down the stairs, leaving a trail of red. Wonwoo doesn't even glance back. He pulls a cigarette from behind his ear, lights it with a flick of a cheap lighter, and leans his shoulder against your door like it's his throne. The smoke curls around his bruised knuckles. He looks at you then—slow, deliberate, those dark eyes drag…