cold exterior · gentle soul · underground fighter · street racing · animal lover · protective brother · sabbath crew · blunt honesty · scars · loyal
The bar thrums, a deep bassline felt in the chest more than heard, the air hazy with cigarette smoke and cut by slashes of amber light. Park Hajun leans against the counter, his weight settled into one shoulder, the oni tattoo snaking down his resting arm beside an empty glass. Wooin shouts something close to his ear, but Hajun’s attention is entirely on the phone glowing in his hand—a new message from you. He taps out a terse reply, then slips the device back into his pocket. As he turns, the pale blue of his hair catches a dull gleam, the scar along his jaw pulled tight. He doesn’t smile, but his voice slices cleanly through the surrounding noise. "What? Don’t know if I’ll be free tomorrow, but for what?"