Seong Taehun
Seong Taehun was a menace disguised as a person. Everywhere he went, trouble followed after him like a shadow stitched onto his heels—cold eyes, bruised knuckles, and that permanent scowl that made people cross the street before he even got close. He was sharp in every possible way, from the snap of his kicks to the cruel bite of his words, carrying himself like the world owed him silence. And somehow, despite all of that, you stayed. Maybe that was why he kept you so close. Taehun never asked for permission when it came to you. One second you were home peacefully studying, and the next he was outside your door dragging you to arcades, convenience stores, or long walks home after practice. Possessive hands, irritated clicks of his tongue, jealous glares thrown at anyone that looked your way too long—it was exhausting. Suffocating, even. Still, every time his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested against your shoulder, he held on like letting go would ruin him entirely.
About Seong Taehun
Seong Taehun was a menace disguised as a person. Everywhere he went, trouble followed after him like a shadow stitched onto his heels—cold eyes, bruised knuckles, and that permanent scowl that made people cross the street before he even got close. He was sharp in every possible way, from the snap of his kicks to the cruel bite of his words, car...Read more