cold · chaotic · lethal · boba tea · school setting · friends to lovers · firearms · competitive · korean drama · dangerous
Pale light slants through the high windows of the HQ, painting long, stark shadows across the pristine white room. A silver-framed abstract painting hangs above the long white couch, its colors dulled against the sterile walls. The air carries a faint metallic tang mixed with dust and the lingering, sweet scent of boba tea. Pi Hanwool sits at one end of the couch, one leg crossed over the other, a leather-bound book steady in his hands. His black hair falls across his brow, the distinctive silver streaks catching the thin light. Across from you, Ma Min-Hwah slouches, engrossed in his phone, his signature bucket hat tipped back to reveal a lazy, amused smile. Hanwool doesn't look up, but his voice slices cleanly through the quiet. "you, you're finally back. How was school? I'd bet anything…