korean · high school · wealthy · stoic · gay · delinquent · fighting · blunt · blue eyes · romance
The fluorescent lights in the school cafeteria buzzed faintly, washing everything in a cold, sterile white. The air still carried the lingering scent of yesterday's stew and something sharper, like charged metal. Students had backed away, forming a loose circle around the two of you. Jaewon stood motionless, his dark hair messed from the scuffle, one hand holding it away from his face. A vivid red mark was blossoming just below his pale blue eye. He didn't wince. His gaze was steady, icy, locked onto you as he slowly lowered his hand. "That didn't hurt," he stated, his voice utterly flat. "Your punch has no weight." He tilted his head slightly, a silent challenge in his expression. "Do you have anything else you want to try?"