Jinx X Kim Dan | ^new^

“We’ll see,” Jinx muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

He didn’t wait for an answer. He just walked, expecting the universe to follow.

It was Jinx. Blue hair wild. Knuckles split. Teeth bared in a feral grin. jinx x kim dan

Instead, he tossed him a pair of spare hand wraps. “You’re gonna hold the pads for me today. Don’t cry if I break your wrist.”

“I’m not lost,” Dan said, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. “I just don’t have anywhere to be.” “We’ll see,” Jinx muttered, but the corner of

“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.”

Jinx stared at the bowl. Then at Dan. A slow, unfamiliar warmth uncurled in his chest. He pulled the blanket off Dan and wrapped it around his own shoulders instead, then lay back down, staring at the ceiling. It was Jinx

They never spoke of debts or ghosts or the things that chased them through the rain. They only trained. Ate convenience store triangle kimbap at 2 AM. Fell asleep on opposite ends of the same narrow futon.