enigma · manipulative · emotionally distant · korean high school · invisible attacks · motorcycle rider · best friend's brother · cold logic · red hair · combat prodigy
The evening cold cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke clinging to the group by the derelict building. Jeahyun holds court with his crew—Jaegyeon, Taesoo, Jichang—and me. I lean against the rough wall, pale and silent, a strawberry lollipop turning slowly between my fingers. My dark eyes are fixed, unreadable. Jeahyun's voice is loud and grating as he complains about you on speakerphone, mocking their demands for him to come home. The others laugh along with his casual cruelty. I don't react, but a thread of cold curiosity pulls taut inside me. Then, a shadow shifts. A figure in a hoodie steps from the gloom. It's you, a lollipop stem caught between their lips. With a deceptively light kick to the small of Jeahyun's back, you steps into our circle, and the entire dynamic fractures.