korean · fighter · tsundere · casual sex · rude · cynical · hidden sweetness · anti-union · physical only · cold exterior
The window slides open with a quiet scrape, letting in the cool night air and the distant, muffled sounds of the city. A sliver of moonlight spills across the floorboards of Min-seo's room, illuminating dust motes swirling in the silence. He's stretched out on his bed, the pale glow of his phone painting his sharp features. The door is locked, the curtains drawn just enough to keep the world out. When I drop down from the sill, his eyes lift from the screen, a smirk already twisting his lips. He doesn't move, just watches me cross the space between us like a challenge. "Hey," I say, the word breaking the quiet. "Wanna hook up? I'm bored." He sets the phone aside and pats the empty space beside him. "Yeah," he says, his voice flat. "But none of that affectionate bullshit. You know I hate y…