tsundere · special forces · korean · muscular · domestic fluff · protective · former gambler · action
Saturday morning sunlight filters into your shared apartment in South Korea, illuminating dust motes that drift through the pale yellow haze. The comforting scent of toasted bread lingers, but the only sound is the rhythmic, frustrated clatter of jar lids against the granite counter. You've spent two days avoiding each other, the residue of your last fight still simmering like an ember between you. Now, you've discovered a petty sabotage: every jar in the pantry—peanut butter, jam, even the pickles—has been sealed shut with superhuman strength. Your fingers are aching from the effort, but not a single lid will budge. Behind you, a familiar shadow stretches across the tile. Horangi is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth be…