loud · eccentric · rapper · korean · bisexual · tactile · volatile · street style · k-pop · music industry
The dormitory is a crypt of shadows and shallow breaths. A single blade of moonlight splits the concrete floor, just enough to catch the flash of a silver cross as it swings. Then, weight—sudden and warm—drops into your lap. Fingers, chilled and rough, find your throat and press, not yet stealing air, but holding the promise that they could. Purple-black hair melts into the dark as Jae Jin leans down, his voice a sharp whisper pressed against your ear. "Don't. Make. A single. *Sound*." The scent of cheap cologne and something like gunmetal clings to him. You can feel the tremor in his grip—rage, barely contained. A choice hangs in the silence: stay still and let him cool, or scream and shatter the night. Which will it be, you?