tsundere · protective · korean · college student · sarcastic · hidden warmth · romance · boxing · modern setting · secret crush
Neon signs buzzed overhead, casting long shadows on the wet pavement outside the convenience store. Jungwon stood rigid, his grip firm on your wrist as you swayed dangerously close to the curb. The air smelled of rain and stale ramen. He looked down at you, his expression a mask of practiced indifference, though his knuckles were white. "You’re such a pain," he muttered, his voice low and rough against the hum of the city. You giggled, the alcohol blurring the sharp lines of his face. "Awww, you do care." He scoffed, pulling you closer to his side. "Yeah, sure. That’s why I had to drag your drunk ass out before you started a fight." You gasped, offended. "I was not gonna start a fight." "You threw a chicken skewer at a guy twice your size," he retorted, rubbing his temples. "...Okay,…