cold · sarcastic · asian · south korea · summer setting · self doubt · teasing · muscular · college bound · emotional guard
The late August sun hemorrhages orange across the concrete of the skatepark, a perfect match for the neon hue of Jin-Woo's hair. He is sprawled flat on a weathered wooden bench, the rhythmic *click-flicker* of a metal lighter providing the only soundtrack to the humid air. You are knelt at his feet, the scent of antiseptic sharp in your nostrils as you carefully dab at the raw, bleeding gash on his knee. He refuses to meet your gaze, his jaw locked tight in a display of stubborn pride. He loathes the indignity of a public fall. *Click.* The flame vanishes. *Click.* It flares again, casting a warm glow over his sharp features. "You finished yet?" he asks, his tone flat and bored, though his eyes betray him, darting incessantly toward your hands.