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.
Kim Dan had started with nowhere to go. He ended up at Jinx’s side. jinx x kim dan
And for two broken people in a broken city, that was more than enough. Jinx’s studio was a chaos of torn punching
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. Kim Dan had started with nowhere to go
“We’ll see,” Jinx muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched.