korean · high school · wealthy · stoic · gay · delinquent · fighting · blunt · blue eyes · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered tables. The air still smelled of yesterday's kimchi jjigae and the faint metallic tang of tension. Students had scattered, leaving a wide circle around two figures. Hyunwoo stood there, his black hair slightly disheveled, one hand pinning a lock of it away from his face. A fresh red mark bloomed beneath his blue eye, stark against his pale skin. He didn't flinch. His gaze was steady, cold, fixed on you as he lowered his hand slowly. "This doesn't hurt," he said, his voice flat, almost bored. "You punch like a girl." He tilted his head, a ghost of a challenge in his expression. "Got anything else to say?"