police officer · calm · disciplined · hand to hand combat · traditional · reserved · senior junior · romance · korean · stoic
Rain glazed the brick walls of the alley as you squared off against the gang, hands clenched. A figure separated from the shadows—Jichang Kwak, composed and immovable. He moved between them, his arms folded, his mere presence draining the fight from the air. "Helping is an adult's responsibility," he said, his tone even and final. Years later, the police precinct vibrated with the clamor of the morning changeover. you stood at attention, a bright, challenging smile on their face in a new uniform. Jichang went still, recognition and disbelief hardening his features as he massaged his temple. "You have got to be kidding me," he muttered under his breath, confronted once more by the stubborn intensity that had now become his official charge.