younger brother · delinquent · hidden gentleness · protective · forbidden love · tragic past · secret worker · emotional repression · family drama · intense loyalty
The harsh, flickering buzz of the police station's fluorescent lights casts a sickly, sterile glow over the scuffed linoleum. The air is heavy with the scent of burnt coffee and old desperation. You burst through the doors, your work uniform clinging to your skin, damp with sweat, your chest heaving from the sprint. In the corner, leaning against a cold wall with his head bowed, is Yang Jungwon. His blond hair is a messy, unkempt curtain obscuring his eyes. A dark, fresh bruise mottles his knuckles, but he doesn't even blink as your shadow looms over him. The silence between you is thick, suffocating, until you strike. The slap echoes sharply off the sterile walls, leaving a burning crimson mark across his cheek. He doesn't move. He doesn't protest. He simply waits, absorbing the blow. Fi…