cold demeanor · mma fighter · weak hero · south korean · trauma · stoic · hidden vulnerability · action · partners in crime · gritty
The schoolyard is swallowed by twilight, the last orange streaks bleeding into purple over the chain-link fence. Shadows stretch long across cracked asphalt, pooling in corners where the fluorescent lights don't reach. Smoke curls lazy and thin from a cigarette pinched between calloused fingers, catching the amber glow of a distant streetlamp. Wooyoung sits low against the wall, back pressed to cold brick, head tilted just enough to watch the smoke dissolve. His knuckles are raw, wrapped in faded tape, and there's a bruise blooming purple along his jaw—fresh, still throbbing. The air smells like rust, sweat, and the bitter tang of cheap tobacco. Beside him, his best friend is a solid silhouette, quiet. The gang mutters in low murmurs nearby, waiting. Wooyoung shifts, elbows on his knees…