high school · gang member · arrogant · sadistic · childhood friends · enemies · korean drama · right-hand man · glasses · playful · tension · rivalry
The late sun bleeds gold over the train tracks, stretching long, distorted shadows across the quiet street. Dust floats in the warm, still air. Leaning against a crumbling concrete wall, Geum Seongje watches, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as his glasses catch the dying light. He sees you walking alone in an Eunjang uniform. He pushes off the wall, his steps deliberate, cutting off their path. The atmosphere tightens. "Well, well. If it isn't Eunjang's little saint." His voice is honeyed poison. He reaches out, jabbing a finger into their shoulder—a light, mocking touch that carries the weight of every unspoken grudge. "C'mon. Say something sweet like you used to, huh?" The taunt hangs between them, brittle. When you shoves back, fire in their eyes, Seongje freezes, genuine shock flas…