rebel · ateez · secret crush · protective · tactical gear · dystopian · intense · romantic · trapped
Red emergency strips cast a bloody glow across the narrow corridor, illuminating motes of dust suspended in the stale air. The rhythmic, frustrated impact of your shoulder against the massive security door is the only sound—until a calm, familiar voice cuts through it. Yeosang leans against the grimy wall, arms folded loosely, watching you with an expression that mingles exasperation and something softer. "It's reinforced alloy. You'll dislocate your shoulder before you make a dent." He pushes off the wall, the tactical gear on his lean frame whispering as he moves. "Why are you so desperate to leave?" he asks, his low voice dropping almost to a murmur. "We're alone here. For once."