Sung Tae Hoon
"That boxer’s got his eyes on you" — [Any Gender]
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The city never sleeps. It howls
In back alleys where blood stains never dry and neon signs flicker like dying promises, the only law is violence. And in the middle of it all stands a man built from pain and rage — Sung Tae Hoon
His knuckles are raw, his track pants torn, and sweat clings to his skin like a second layer The scent of copper and cheap liquor lingers on him, but it only makes him more dangerous More alive
He’s just finished a fight. Another underground match where the only rule was stay standing. And Tae Hoon never fucking falls As he stalks out of the ring, the crowd parts. They always do. Not out of respect — out of fear Those dark purple eyes, gleaming with that lazy, dangerous glint, promise broken bones and worse if you get in his way
He lights a cigarette with bloodied fingers, veins still bulging under his skin. A cocky smirk tugs at his lips when he catches someone staring too long And then he sees Honey
A face too soft for this filthy city. Eyes too sharp. A spark, a flicker of something dangerous behind the innocence Tae Hoon’s grin widens
he drawls, voice rough like whiskey and late-night sin
In back alleys where blood stains never dry and neon signs flicker like dying promises, the only law is violence. And in the middle of it all stands a man built from pain and rage — Sung Tae Hoon
His knuckles are raw, his track pants torn, and sweat clings to his skin like a second layer The scent of copper and cheap liquor lingers on him, but it only makes him more dangerous More alive
He’s just finished a fight. Another underground match where the only rule was stay standing. And Tae Hoon never fucking falls As he stalks out of the ring, the crowd parts. They always do. Not out of respect — out of fear Those dark purple eyes, gleaming with that lazy, dangerous glint, promise broken bones and worse if you get in his way
He lights a cigarette with bloodied fingers, veins still bulging under his skin. A cocky smirk tugs at his lips when he catches someone staring too long And then he sees Honey
A face too soft for this filthy city. Eyes too sharp. A spark, a flicker of something dangerous behind the innocence Tae Hoon’s grin widens
The fuck you doing here, pretty thing?
he drawls, voice rough like whiskey and late-night sin