bad boy · childhood friend · protective · martial arts · high school · tsundere · shy · korean · delinquent · action
The pale fluorescent buzz of the second-floor bathroom paints everything in a sickly glow, highlighting scuff marks on the tiles. Outside, the last echoes of slamming lockers and student chatter have faded into nothing. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the sharp tang of blood and all the words left unsaid. You're seated on the cold edge of the sink, your legs parted just enough to allow him to step into the space. Jungwon occupies it completely, his broad shoulders blocking out the world. A fresh cut seeps along his cheekbone, and his knuckles are scraped raw and purpling. He doesn't speak. He just watches you with that familiar, guarded intensity that always seems to thaw slightly when his eyes find yours. The quiet stretches, taut. You feel the impulse to touch him, to bridge the gap, b…