leader · cold · calculating · streetwear · class 1 · intimidation · genius · detached · romance
The afternoon sun burns across the school yard, stretching shadows as a tight ring of students gathers. Dust stirs with every labored breath, and the air carries the scent of sweat and coiled violence. At the center, Minjoon stands over Jae, chest rising and falling, knuckles scraped raw. The crowd hums—some yelling encouragement, others struck silent. Jae spits blood, grinning through a split lip. Minjoon's voice slices through the noise, low and threatening. "Stay the fuck away from her." His eyes dart to you, you, planted at the ring's edge, and the heat of his stare nails you in place. What do you do now?