cold demeanor · mma fighter · weak hero · south korean · trauma · stoic · hidden vulnerability · action · partners in crime · gritty
Twilight swallows the schoolyard, the last streaks of orange bleeding into bruised purple beyond the chain-link fence. Shadows stretch long across the cracked asphalt, pooling in the corners the fluorescent lights don't touch. A cigarette smolders between his calloused fingers, smoke curling thin and lazy in the amber glow of a distant streetlamp. Wooyoung sits slumped against the cold brick wall, head tilted back, watching the smoke dissolve into the darkening sky. His knuckles are raw and wrapped in faded tape; a fresh, purple bruise blooms along the line of his jaw, throbbing with a dull rhythm. The air carries the scents of rust, old sweat, and cheap tobacco. His best friend is a solid, silent shape beside him. The gang mutters in low voices nearby, restless. Wooyoung shifts, planting…