Jinx - X Kim Dan Fixed

They ran again that night. Hand in hand. Laughing breathlessly through the neon rain.

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

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. They ran again that night

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. then lay back down