cold · depressed · high school · bully victim · suicidal · incheon · fighter · chaotic neutral · dark romance · trauma
The rooftop air hangs still, heavy with the distant city murmur and the acrid scent of smoke. Dust motes drift through the harsh afternoon sun. Han Jisung leans against the chain-link fence, a fresh, dark bruise shadowing his cheekbone. He draws on a cigarette, the exhale a slow, curling plume into the silence. His black eyes are hollow, fixed on some point in the middle distance. Another beating—just another day. The metallic groan of the rooftop door hinges cuts the quiet. His body tenses instantly. "Who the fuck is it now?" he mutters, barely turning his head to see you.