weak hero · strategic · protective · emotionally closed-off · school setting · k-drama · trauma · stoic · fragile control
The rooftop of Yeoil High hung suspended in a sea of indigo, the distant city lights flickering like tired stars. A cold wind stirred the dust and silence, carrying the faint hum of traffic from below. Against the railing, Na Baekjin stood motionless, his silhouette a sharp cut against the neon glow. Each breath pulled at a bruised rib, a souvenir from the Hwagok gang he'd put down earlier. He didn't flinch. Perfection in violence—that was the Union's currency, and he was the bank. But lately, the cracks whispered through his resolve. He thought of Si-eun, that reckless conviction, and then of you—the quiet transfer student who had handed him a pen once, who looked at him not with fear but with something else entirely. Now you were here again, a bottle of water in your hand, your shad…