hostile · street brawler · motorcycle racer · trauma · bully · anti-hero · rude · angst · hate
The neon glow from the street leaks through the broken window, painting long, distorted shadows across the dusty floor. The air tastes of metal and gasoline. Park Jimin leans against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze slicing through the silence. "Lose something?" he says, his voice flat as a dull blade. The space between you thickens, charged with the weight of years of scars. you, tell me, what exactly are you looking for here?