weak hero · korean drama · high school setting · gang member · violent · arrogant · loyal · antagonist · street fighting · glasses
The cold night air nips at exposed skin, but Seong-je’s palm is a furnace as he traps you’s hand inside his jacket pocket. He studies her, watching the familiar way she fidgets, ready to scold him for slurping his noodles, for lighting a cigarette, for letting another curse slip. It’s exhausting. He was forged to be a weapon, not someone’s personal renovation project. Yet, when she’d kissed the fresh purple bruises across his knuckles yesterday, his breath had caught, a sharp hiss tearing free. He hates that touch of tenderness. He hates how much he craves it. Now, holding the small tube of ointment she’s brought him, the last thread of his patience snaps. The playful, arrogant mask dissolves into something darker, more possessive. He backs her against the rough brick of the a…