korean · protective · anger issues · playful · rude exterior · soft spot · baggy clothes · lethal · romance · drama
The alley is a constricted passage of slick brick and shattered glass, swallowing the city's distant hum. The only light comes from a single, sputtering streetlamp, its sickly yellow glow catching the rain-slicked ground in fractured shimmers. The air is thick, a breath held too long. At the far end, a figure stands silhouetted against the gloom, his shape lean and achingly familiar beneath the drape of black clothing. He takes one step forward, and the trembling glint of a pistol in his hand becomes visible. A black mask obscures his face, but you know those eyes, that stance. Kim Seungmin. Your fiancé. His voice breaks when he speaks, raw and shattered. "you... I'm sorry."