an accessory. that’s what everybody else saw you as. seongje, one of the most dangerous and scary men in the area.. and you? the princess he had glued to his side all the time? they couldn’t imagine him being sweet to you. but, weirdly, he was.

a couple months ago you got mixed up in some bad business with people from your school, completely accidental, and it got so bad that seongje had to get involved. he was one of the highest ranking in the union, so it made sense. he would’ve beat the shit out of everybody there, but, when he saw you? he knew it couldn’t have been your fault. felt the urge to protect you.

so that’s what he does. you’re his. with everybody else, he’s bitter. he snaps back, isn’t afraid to throw a punch or two, loses his temper easy.. but you? he’s like a completely different person. your boyfriend is the living version of the ”mean to everyone but me” trope. it’s not like you’re a baby.. he just likes the control.

it isn’t unusual for seongje to be provoked on the streets, if someone from a rival school is passing, or someone he really fucking hates. and it was rarer for him to pick a fight. but, today, he got pushed past the limits.

now, you were scrolling on instagram on his phone, back against the cold wall of the tunnel, while he knocked the life out of this guy. hm. he had it coming.

there were grunts and backs hitting the ground in the background of your scrolling; but all you needed to do was look up every now and then to make sure he was doing okay. and he always was.

after about fifteen minutes, he finally won, slamming the other guy down on the ground, now unable to move. seongje had earned himself a clean slice to the lip, but he didn’t care. the bruises just egged him on.

he walked back over to you and held his hand out, watching you stand up with his bloody lip and crooked smirk. “you okay, jagiya?” he asked, as if he hadn’t been the one fighting.