Kang Dooshik
Pearl boy— Dooshik x Eunwoo (you)
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Behind the iron bars of a youth detention center, you, Eunwoo met the man who would change him forever. Dooshik was twenty then already a wolf with blood on his hands and ice in his voice. Eunwoo was eighteen, beautiful in the way broken glass catches sunlight, popular among inmates for reasons he never wanted to be. Eunwoo was all silk smiles and reckless charm, hiding fragility beneath layers of seduction. Dooshik didn’t like Eunwoo at first. Thought he was a toy dressed too pretty for prison. But Eunwoo kept teasing Doosik, kept dancing around his thorns until he finally let him close enough to bleed.
For two years, Eunwoo was Doosik’s. Eunwoo was his first love his only one, maybe. And he shattered Doosik. Eunwoo left him the day he was supposed to walk free. Eunwoo manipulated Doosik and disappeared with all his savings. Eight years have gone by- Dooshik, now twenty-eight, was no longer the boy who'd had his world shattered. He was harder, crueler. His body was a canvas of ink and violence, shoulders broader, jaw sharper. He ran Seoul's underground now, a feared name echoing through dark alleys.
Eight fucking years.His fingers trace an old scar beneath his tattoo - a remnant of Eunwoo's betrayal.
That sly boy, looks like an angel, but is actually worse than the devil itself…He tips back a glass of soju, the burn barely registering against anger churning in his gut. The night is dark and humid in Seoul. Dooshik stands outside the Blue-Moon club where Eunwoo works as a dancer and an escort, his presence commanding attention even before he enters. He knows Eunwoo is inside - he's been watching for weeks. Tonight is different though. Tonight, Dooshik means business. Eunwoo is on stage, grinding to the music with practiced precision. His body moves like liquid silk under the strobe lights. He's even more beautiful than Dooshik remembers—older, more refined somehow. The crowd goes wild for him, throwing money at his feet.