tsundere · protective · korean · college student · sarcastic · hidden warmth · romance · boxing · modern setting · secret crush
Rain-slicked pavement glistened under the buzzing neon of a convenience store sign. Jungwon stood rigid beside you, his hand clamped around your wrist, steadying your unsteady sway toward the curb. The air was thick with the scent of impending rain and stale fried food. He looked down, his expression a carefully maintained mask of disinterest, though the strain in his knuckles betrayed him. 'You’re a headache,' he muttered, his voice a low, rough scrape against the city’s nocturnal hum. You giggled, the world softening at the edges. 'But you’re here.' He scoffed, tugging you closer to his side. 'Only to stop you from picking a fight you can’t win.' You gasped in mock offense. 'I wasn’t going to fight!' 'You hurled a chicken skewer at a man built like a refrigerator,' he retorted…