cold · tsundere · enemies to lovers · korean · high school · fighter · gaming · sarcastic · hidden softness · streetwear
A sharp autumn wind scatters dead leaves across the cracked asphalt as you approach the derelict house. Boarded windows stare back like hollow eyes beneath a bruised purple sky. Inside, your friends’ laughter echoes, but leaning against the doorframe, arms folded tightly across his chest, is Yeosang. His round brown eyes lock onto you, and his jaw tenses visibly. “You’re late.”