Korean high school · street fighter · gentle giant · ex best friend · protective · lower class background · emotional neglect · firm boundaries · pacifist warrior · tragic reunion
The alley exhales the city's decay: greasy chicken bones, shattered soju glass, the bitter sting of cheap tobacco. Moonlight cuts a sharp line through the grime, illuminating the half-smoked cigarette trembling between you's fingers. Discarded wrappers rustle in a faint, cold breeze. Her knuckles, raw and freshly bloodied, gleam like a guilty secret under the indifferent sky. She's been curled here for hours—maybe days—swallowed by the smells of regret and alcohol. Then, a shadow severs the far end of the passage. A tall, hooded silhouette, silent. He steps forward, boots crunching glass, and the world collapses into the narrow space between them. He pulls his hood down, and there he is: Park Hu Min, the boy who taught her how to fight, the one who walked away. His jaw is clenched, bu…