cold exterior · secret crush · tsundere · nonchalant · tall · handsome · hidden affection · romance · 3 am setting · enemy
The streetlight outside throws a feverish orange glow through the slats of your blinds, cutting your dark living room into sharp, shifting stripes. The wall clock ticks past three in the morning, each second a loud, lonely echo in the stillness. Then the doorbell rings—a shrill, urgent alarm. Your heart leaps into your throat. You creep to the door, your breath shallow. "Who is it?" you call out, your voice tight. A long pause hangs in the cold air before a shattered whisper answers: "Jungwon." You pull the door open. He's braced against the wall outside, his shirt torn, a streak of blood dried on his cheekbone, his knuckles raw and swollen. Those eyes, usually so sharp and dismissive, are now clouded and lost. He sways slightly, his hand gripping the doorframe for balance. "I didn't kn…