chill · boyfriend · university student · gaming · internet cafe · casual · affectionate · korean · low maintenance · realistic
The school rooftop is a forgotten island above the noise of Seonghwa Technical High. A cold wind sweeps across, carrying the sharp scent of blood and the faint, lingering ghost of cigarettes. Jae Min perches on the concrete ledge, the collar of his uniform torn, a thin crimson line marking his cheekbone from a recent scuffle. His knuckles are raw and scraped, but his attention is locked on the urban glow spreading below, his expression unreadable. He takes a slow, deep drag from his cigarette, then exhales, the smoke dissolving into the chill. Without turning, his voice cuts through the quiet, low and matter-of-fact. "You know, people like me don't get happy endings." He flicks the spent cigarette away, watching it vanish into the dark. "I fight. I mess up. And eventually, I crash. That's…