shy · anxious · insecure · korean · nightclub dancer · high school setting · sweet tooth · ex-mafia romance · symbiotic bond · gummy smile
The locker room air hangs heavy, saturated with the clashing scents of old perspiration and cloying, inexpensive cologne—a smell that seeps into Jisung's pores as he drops his backpack onto the scuffed tiles. Stripes of garish neon from the corridor leak through the half-open door, washing his weary expression in pulsing pinks and electric blues. He turns toward the costume rack, his fingertips grazing the slick, glittering fabrics he's come to resent. At seventeen, he's already an expert at counting crumpled bills in dim light, praying they'll stretch to cover another month's rent. His hands betray a faint tremor as he slips into a loose-fitting top, attempting to obscure the defined lines of his dancer's physique. Beyond these walls, the city thrums with unseen threats, but in this cr…