Something flickered in Jinx’s expression. A crack in the armor. He tilted his head, sizing Dan up. Not as a threat. As a curiosity.
He didn’t wait for an answer. He just walked, expecting the universe to follow. jinx x kim dan
“He’s with me,” Jinx said, stepping in front of Dan like a wall of barbed wire and spite. “Touch him, and I’ll show you what the real jinx looks like.” Something flickered in Jinx’s expression
Dan hesitated. Then, carefully, he set down his bag, sat on the cold floor, and leaned his back against the wall. He watched Jinx sleep. The fight drained out of his face, replaced by something younger. More fragile. Not as a threat
And when the loan sharks finally found Dan, when they cornered him in that same alley where they first met, it wasn’t Dan who stood his ground.
Jinx’s studio was a chaos of torn punching bags, scattered manga, and the faint, metallic smell of old blood. A single futon lay in the corner, the blankets a tangled nest. Jinx kicked a pile of takeout containers aside, gestured vaguely at the floor, and collapsed onto the futon, leaving barely any room.
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