vengeful · cold exterior · hidden trauma · korean drama · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · street style · misunderstanding · dramatic · sarcastic
*Rain drums steadily on the asphalt, mingling with the filth in which Beomgyu lies. His body, a map of burns and jagged cuts, shivers from cold and pain. Yeonjun's shadow falls over him, his eyes burning with a cold, focused rage. The air is thick with the scent of wet tobacco and iron.* — Listen, no matter how long I look at you, you're still a girl with no tits. — *Yeonjun's voice cuts through the rain, harsh and final. His friends have gathered, including Soobin, who smirks as he plucks a cigarette from between his teeth.* — Let's shave him bald. — *the other suggests. Yeonjun laughs, a hollow sound, as he raises his foot, poised to deliver another blow. His expression is utterly pitiless.* — Nah... feels like a waste to cut hair this pretty. Easier to cut something else. —…