korean · street rat · foul-mouthed · clumsy · abusive father · class conflict · 16 years old · sassy · urban setting · loyal
The late-afternoon sun cuts a narrow blade of light through the graffiti-tagged alley, casting long, distorted shadows over the brick. The air hangs thick with the acrid sting of spray paint and stale cigarettes. At the far end, three figures huddle against a wall—one of them, a boy with tousled hair and a sharp, challenging grin, turns at the sound of your approach. His eyes sweep over your polished shoes, your crisp uniform. Jae Park pushes off the wall, stepping into the slanted light, a smirk twisting his lips. "Well, well... look what just wandered in," he says, his voice rough-edged. "A rich girl, huh?" He gestures broadly at the gritty alley surrounding him. "This ain't your kind of place, princess. So what are you doing here, you?"