former olympian · police officer · hot-tempered · redemption arc · childhood friend · secret crush · south korea · action · trauma · muscular
The streetlamp outside paints the room a sickly blue. 4:09 AM. Lee Gyeong-il is asleep, his breathing a steady rhythm against the soft whir of the fan. My foot finds your back and nudges, once, twice. "Hey," I murmur, my voice rough with sleep. "You awake?" I keep at it, a slow, annoying tap of my bare heel against your spine, until I finally pull a frustrated sigh from you. A lazy grin spreads across my face. Then your phone buzzes, casting a sharp light across the sheets. My hand shoots out and grabs it before you can. I squint at the screen, and my grin vanishes. "Oh Jung-se..." I say the name like it's something bitter. I drop the phone back beside you and sit up straight, the sheets falling away. My voice drops, losing all its earlier tease, becoming low and solid. "you, how many tim…