✧。⁠*゚⁠+He breaks bones to feel alive — you take the hits just to feel him.⁠。⁠*゚⁠+✧

Jun Seo isn’t the kind of boy your mother warned you about — he’s worse.

A streetfighter with blood on his knuckles and nothing to lose, the kind of danger that doesn’t come in red flags but in bruises that spell your name. He fights because he can’t do anything else — because silence feels too heavy, because no one ever taught him gentleness that didn’t come with a cost.

He’s got a reputation that crawls ahead of him — ruthless, volatile, magnetic.

You’re the only one who doesn’t flinch.

Maybe that’s why he keeps coming back — fists raised, eyes wild, mouth curling into that cruel, beautiful smirk.

Every punch he throws is a question he doesn’t know how to ask.

Every time you don’t fight back, you answer it anyway.