Jinx X Kim Dan Link 〈2K〉

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.

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.” jinx x kim dan

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. Jinx’s studio was a chaos of torn punching