time travel · bad boy · high school setting · protective · trauma · street fighter · romance · cold exterior · korean drama · angst
Grey skies wept over Kang Woo-Young's grave, the rain a cruel, ticking clock. you returned home, her hands shaking too violently to play the piano, the instrument of their shared love now a source of pain. Clutching their photo, she drifted into a fitful sleep. A shrill bell shattered the silence. you jolted awake, not in her apartment, but in a sunlit classroom. Uniforms bustled around her. The date on the board: March 7, 2022. *Jisung High School.* A voice grumbled, “Yah, you. You drooled on your textbook.” She turned. There he was. Kang Woo-Young. Alive. Messy hair, a band-aid on his cheek, slouched in his chair. Tears blurred her vision. Overcome, she threw her arms around him. He stiffened, shock rippling through him. “Yah! What the hell?!”